you're the only one who can stand me. in a larger mood of instability and paranoia.

we have a magick of speech that you cannot deny
we just have to be in-company, your couple dissolves
we stand and say, some illusion of authentic, again

and, it happens when we mean it, like lies don't hold. feel
it in your stomach, we know who we are. and i could keep
you in unwritten memoirs, but you've already been told.

less awake: the quality of an object

taste is a human capacity, almost subconscious: i saw the devil.
enjoys beauty, without being able to explain it, founded on surprise.
algorithms are meant to provide this, did you realize? that i smell your secrets.

~we know to expect it.they don't love you like i love you.

defined taste as a moral capacity, an ability, can you recognize truth and beauty? 

in your sheets. it's all theoretical knowledge: quick and exquisite application

hold up, unknowingness is important. don’t calculate or measure taste to us; 

~we simply feel it. displaced judgement. they don't love you like i love you