Heart asleep, little love, I remember looking up at you, at — 
ahem — feeling an urgency in ideas taking heat. Women, men:  
Legions warmed living in a debt growing city state. Maximum restraint  
= get it done and don’t talk to any of me.  
 
This pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-  
oops, they’re metering to block counterfeiters’  
hen of steam: From which — from art of algorithms — all  
personnel will  
have to be shifted or fired,  
coming to work anyway, achieving a remedy, a seemly  
bliss of the non-willed state. Enlightened but as it is,  
lacking the middle way or new age.