Repaying the debts of robots,
		I see me in your screen fatally, which is
		to say oozed certainty across a whistle of craft.
The rhythm Bauhaus once had for us, like steps
to the apex, auto-antiphrastic pulse
		to a skyward turnpike recomposed. Bathed
		in crude, parcelled dry with ply, wastrel born
of the plastic nowhere breached by the faint.
The vernacular machine of doom
		returned to the plaza, with exclamation.
		But they never wrote about Ireland. Cybrid
food. Somehow, we blandish as the winners
crest. You are sandwiched in surface,
		calculates no-one. Calculates you.

		I see you in my screen fatally, which is to say,
		you—calculates no-one. Calculates
surface in. Sandwiched, are you. Crest,
winners, the as-blandish we, somehow. Food
		cybrid, Ireland about. Wrote never. They, but.
		Exclamation with. Plaza, the. To returned
doom. Of machine vernacular, the
faint. The by, breached nowhere plastic. The of
		born wastrel, ply with dry. Parcelled. Crude. In
		bathed. Recomposed. Turnpike skyward, a ‘to
pulse’. Auto-antiphrastic. Apex the. To
steps like us. For, had once Bauhaus rhythm, the
	craft. Of whistle. A. Across certainty oozed say to. Is which,
	fatally. Screen your in me. See I.

These stravaiging hands, cradling your phantoms,
but ignoring the billabongs.
		The hard right becomes a hook. Raptoresque
		pursuits of hiding. Scales where wounds
once whorled. I have been borrowed, of course,
where once I flowered. Terribly, terribly
		a reader. Pilbara rivulets of sweat. No purport
		to address you differently. Where once
Robo-debt took you rabbit-holing. They will speak of our
digital ipseity as a carapace; the carcass as a rainforest.
		We knew it was all about the water-coloured
		crystal. The hard right steals my beak.

Beak, my steals. Right. Hard, the crystal-coloured
water, the about all was. It knew we rainforest. A
		as carcass. The carapace. A as ipseity. Digital
		our; of speak, will. They, rabbit-holing; you,
took. Robo-debt once. Where differently. You address to
purport. No sweat. Of rivulets Pilbara reader. A
		terribly, terribly flowered I. Once where
		course of borrowed been have I whorled once,
wounds where scales. Hiding of pursuits
raptoresque, hook a ... Becomes right. Hard, the

billabongs.
The ignoring.


Image: Afif Ramdhasuma