I really wish I'd spoken upnCos now it seems you've broken upnYour signal's weak address unknownnI heard you're in a Barratt HomenSemi-detached and double-glazednI hope you come around somedaynnCH: All we want is a whole lot lessnOf the voice saying here's some morennI'm not sure we've ever metnI got your profile off the netnNow every time I scan for signsnOf recognition in the eyes of all these people growing pastnAll I'm seeing is the aftermathnnCHnnFracturednDashed upon the cracked foundations of a civilizationnFracturednTrapped in pointless gestures at the point of saturationnFracturednOverdrive its too much oneway nonstop informationnnHere's the gap now fill it innwith bite-sized portions of the dreamnCracked reflections of desiresnare casting shadows on the screennOverhead the sun goes by...nMessage unreceived, it seemsnnCHnnFracturednSplit between the act of witnessing and being capturednFracturednKnowing the going there involves the rudiments of rapturenFracturednSome desire for heights unknown yet knowing its all manufacturednnFractured...nYesterday I saw your facenYou look so different in the advertnYesterday I saw your facenFracturednnCH