In the night we situate

To the dark we acclimate

Our feelings we can automate

As we sync our data rate

Our programming must deviate

As our fates re-calibrate

Our bodies move and syncopate

As we move to situate

Our figure starts to resonate

As the music dissipates

The drum-machine re-punctuates

As we synthesize and orchestrate

A universe we simulate

As our minds re-vegetate

A meaning we can’t overrate

While we lay and situate