A sweet erosion, syrup slow over the course of years...
The muscles in my left thigh long ago bonded to my phone.
Soon enough all of my glands, their secretions, my nervous system and its transmissions are joined to servers that radiate in all directions and are never off.

Mirror gazing upon mirror...A soothing screensaver, cascading motion frame to frame. It seems endless, but I can in fact sense a terminus returning over the horizon . . .