OFLUXO

The Petri dish dream

Connected but never welded, growing together 
What should be disgusting is familiar
Sweet diminutive individual, 
Praised, needed & malleable explosive

Is it The Touch of My Hand or the rotisserie itself portraying heavy hairy gates 
To kinda ~ Hell ~

Random and important, 
Sexy and not so frightening, 
…in a planetary common field
Depends on your lense

Plugging an organ here and there
In a dangerous, thorny and shapeable soil
Inside you, around you, fucking you, 
Where the detached observer is indeed a biosphere

Everytime We Touch,
There is no self interest in the 
Inaccessible to view – that’s a lie.
Uptake there is. How twisted otherwise

Here, have a chair, and please, 
Feel very welcome in our oxidized niche