My poem I wrote.
These are some half-assed musings on the cyborg girls in clubs
Drink my soul with the thirst of a thousand fish
I'll walk back through time if I can get that far
I'll not let go of the coat though it clings to me
It keeps me safe
It keeps me safe
from the weather from your past from the spells you always cast
from the storms from the spides through the skull behind your smile
through the pillars through the bones with conversations with your clones
with the clouds with the shrouds through the streets you're not allowed
and you keep me safe
even when I'm late due to the
heather from your class from the spells you always blast
from the norms from the strides of that man the never smiles
through distillers through the dens with salutations from your friends
with the clouds with the shrouds through the streets all built from sound