The Gang’s All Here – Bauhausfrau

March 12, 2026

I’m encouraged to keep good invisible friends, it helps with my spiritual health.
I seek them on pages or maybe dreamed screens and usher them into my dome.

I filter and shuffle their speech; it’s for us. (Michel says the brainier the better to eat.) Behave so they’ll like me, but even if not, they’re forced to look down while I pilfer their thought.

Static springs lively as words animate. Dare leaven a corpus at prompt. Cheap robots give shots now, inner castles to spin. The timeline cries daemons but whose are they in?

Souls sometimes deaden—it’s often lost socks. Bodied vintage each vessel to fill. The worthy run over, we’re losing trash time, patch mine so to catch some free spill.

Sown fields appear lonely; owls peak in barn’s loft. Get them out so it won’t disappear. A well cared for germ can be shaped and made clearer. Those who’ve nothing to say here have nothing to fear.