I write about words, I find treasure or worse 

I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird 



I remain aloft and I forget a lot 

I try not to try and I can remember or not 



I'm a real machine, it follows 

You're a real machine, fed on shadows 

I'm a real machine. Follow? 

You're a real machine, we're fed on shadows 



I return your gaze and I wait in the rain 

All inchoate desires, I do what I hate 



I remain aloft and I forget a lot 

Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not 



You're a real machine, it follows, 

I'm a real machine. Follow. 



I'm a real machine, it follows 

You're a real machine, fed on shadows. 

I'm a real machine, it follows 

You're a real machine. Fed on shadows