Bauhaus Brain Funnel

Force-feeding galaxies to phone screens;
black-hole emoji reads "wish
I could see you" I can't
seem to translate my starcries
through shapes on some LEDs,
plastic, glass memories, carve me
some syntax, zoom call me ecstasy,
make me feel endless and like
I could touch something
I'll tell you you're beautiful
brush your hair noisily, wire
in my hand,
or so I'll pretend.