a fine layer of shining fabric is laying on our skin

it is getting thinner and thinner the hotter it gets

the global power system is fashion

we wear it like our names

intricately knittet industrial mesh

transmitted at the speed of light  

Netz Haut

particles and waves penetrate our pores 

disguising sweatshopped shadow walls as fantasticy ill forged forest illusions 

capturing our eyes with

rastered Retina screens

imagine a thin white layer of snow on the desert sands

laying there on our minds like soft tissue on our bones

intrinsic indistinguishable inseperable 

imagine a bird shedding its skin like a snake

imagine a shaved swift 

diving into subatomic realms

patiently penetrating the surfaces we are so adhesivley clinging to

towards the space between the lines

where we find

room to fly 

and dance