We like newness in a way when we both leave things as they are. Like
how I graduated from this shame of ours, this pride
divided & confused — data signed
up too. Data’s acoustics ornament impurities of state.

There’s a container for every dataset turned up loud
so the workspace hears it,
feels it in stages growing taller, striking 12 noon.

Data feel like a great building boom.
Data can’t live without taking charge.

Can you place data’s names? There’s a full canoe of alter-egos,
asides & decorative indeterminacy.

& they got to anticipating mind control as disingenuous.