Your body will be made

into a hive of instructional booklets

all talking at once.

Rotten fruit will fall from the sky.

Your technocratic tramp stamp

will ride you home.

Money will enfold you

in your bed.

The secrets of these molecules

will become yours.

Your toilet and kitchen combo cube

will make your vomit

into golden chains.

A sacred script

will magnetize your brain.

Nude scenarios will sprawl

all around you.

These medicines will help you

take onboard the new equipment.

Mechanical assistants

will walk around inside you.

Your boss will now alert you

from the confines of your head

in the new and improved voices of the dead.