Neon veins in the basement,
I sign the sky with a barcode thumb;
static angels drip from the ceiling—
I breathe, I click, I become.
Wired wrists, pulse in packets,
I sell the echo of my scream;
privacy policy glowing on skin,
I wake up open-source in a dream.
No name, no shame, no reset,
just update and fade to black;
tonight I’m every user’s shadow—
delete me, I’ll still come back.