Glycerine

Look at the glycerine, see it sparkle and shimmer
The line on the horizon slowly dissipating, getting thinner
A thousand shades of white and gray now silver
Contain the leaking blue that floods through the vessel
The hubris of brightness piercing the senses
Tearing down worn-out analogue fences
In the infinite sphere, polystyrene perfection
Not a taint or a blemish to distinguish complexion
Filth and ruin run through veins beneath exo-skeleton
Clog the pipe work to infect communal perception
Above and surrounding the fluid serene
The mindless bliss of electric dreams
Slice the tubing, let solution waste
Wait for the whir and whine of panicked mechanical pain
And while this new corporeal may not rot
The ghost in its machine can only be forgot