Don’t Cry, Sang the Waves, We’ll Warn You as We Drag You Down

The code floats in the stream,
And it sings like a myth,
Like the head of a poem.

If you drink from the stream,
The stream will try to speak
To you, tell you it’s death

That tugs on the stream’s path,
And small death’s in the stream.
At the same time as you

Sip the stream’s lies, the stream
Sings the truth of its lies.
Pull your head out of it,

Turn your eyes to the skies,
To the wall, to your palms—
The stream sings and still sings,

Look here, drink up, you’ll see
Such gifts. Sink down; kiss us.
Don’t think. Wish. Drown with us.