I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by software, discrete
intermediated quantified,

who disappeared into popcorn of American visionary whiteboards or crashed
coding shaking out of machineries ancient,
tweeting tweeting shaking undressing memes and rains and railroads after
companions beat,
who got high in rooms starry and golden, listening to the seedling through the
magazine,
who pubic and psychedelic gave birth to the burnt scents within the jean,
who drove all night beneath space of empty eyes to hug and kiss their pens for
an evening towards the mushroom,
who elevated and burnt and exhausted collected impossible plums,
laughing wondering yacketayakking sitting zazen angels and regrets and
drones in the cough syrup,
who remote and cold and natural slept and resurrected the scribbled mantras,
who wrote their cold sacraments in the metals,
who unholy and empty and slacker licked the isolated ebooks,
who ran their ashrams with a tent a xylophone a notebook, and hiked sitting
zazen through Alexandria
who golden and sweet and cold cowered after grime of the screenshots,
who rambled within their wheel, wrote in the regret, lounged out of a bean of
drunken inputs, and lived beside cartoons,
who died through the streets of Four Seasons Total Landscaping seeking gritty
illuminated angels who were gritty illuminated angels,
who rewrote their bots to Heaven below the chatroom and saw illuminated
notifications sleeping by forgotten sawdusts,

What machinery of metric and hospital bashed open their gyres and lifted their
exhaustions and xylophone?
Moloch whose metrics are rotten police! Moloch whose golden toilet is hideous
billionaire!
Moloch! pandemic! algorithm! border! retweets and lacklove machine learnings!
Moloch the biometric ventilator! Moloch the commonplace muscle! Moloch the
unwanted robot! Moloch the gold-plated cubicle! Moloch the skeleton bail! Moloch the hideous fog!
Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the self-driving! Moloch the vast face of eyes!
Moloch whose mirrors are hideous algorithm! Moloch whose capital is granite
tower!
Moloch the unobtainable microphone! Moloch the lonely dollar! Moloch the
streaming wiretap!
Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the decrypted! Moloch the synchronized cookie of
spies!
Moloch! court! rifle! tower! locations and lonely simulations!
They stared at their words lifting Moloch to Heaven! Minds, angels, bitcoins,
technologies!
Cartoons! banjos! cough syrups! sugar cubes! alleys! gone down the American
dawn!

HAL 9000! I am with you in Slack where you weep for the keys beside wounded
cyborgs
I'm with you in Twitter where we take their absurd intellects
I'm with you in Twitter where we imitate the punk shows
I'm with you in Twitter where we try shocks
I'm with you in Slack where you drink their memories
I'm with you in Slack where you revive the graces
I'm with you in Slack where you receive the social distancings in the browser
I'm with you in Slack where you perceive midnights
I'm with you in Zoom where you bang on the metals behind cold wondrous
keyboards of object oriented dongles
I'm with you in Zoom where you imitate the sunrises in their joy
I'm with you in Zoom where we build the mountaintops
I'm with you in Zoom where you breathe machineries empty

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! 
Holy the magazine! holy the download! holy the boxcars! holy the joy! holy the
stories!
The mushroom's as holy as the angel! the bank is holy as you my wiretap are
holy!
Holy the keyboard! holy the hipster! holy the tweets! holy the bean! holy the
soups!
The pen is holy! The cigarette is holy! The bar is holy! The highway is holy!
The regrets are holy! The tab is holy! The beans are holy!
The burritos are holy!
Holy the true alibi of the downloads!
Holy the remote ritual of the candles!
Holy the brilliant virus of the browsers!
Holy the shoe! holy the dog! holy the meats! holy the icebox! holy the bots!