red sightscapes   over to grand Paris   we’ll take the 12:30   all blurry and dirty   black and blue burial   yet we’ll be buried alive   coffined in computers   a teleconference device   sand in our circuitry   is just water beneath the bridge   the human solution   to an inhuman problem   water in our circuitry   is just sand on the beach   the human element   of a inhuman machine   this sub par   black eye bar   gone to the edge   and back again   divine, divide, red eye   over to Paris, France   or was it somewhere in England?