Your summer garden floods with sweat green as the callalillies thrive. Stigma of flowers for the dead, anything easy on the eyes. Your summer garden floods like skin. Love like a thousand luscious teeth. Over and over now again sifting the soil beneath your feet. You dig away. Your touchless automatic helps the flowers grow. Your touchless automatic knows. Here is the Dresden silhouette. Here are the shadows of Pompeii. Millions of lovers we forget, only the ashes can remain. These are the days of staying in. You're not required to perform. Digital future is your friend. You're like a baby being born. Your eyes awake. Your touchless automatic helps the flowers grow. Your touchless automatic knows. Your touchless automatic does it on its own. Your touchless automatic glows. They're throwing fire up the street. Banging on drums and jingle bells. Walking on coals with naked feet. I'm growing weary of the smell. You throw another movie in. all that you need is behind these doors. Gizmos and gadgets are your friends. You don't get out much anymore. You stay away.