Diagram of Love

In a secret language
Through radio waves
Sleeping machines awaken
To the emptiness we made
"This is not our failure!"
They speak in wordless tongue
Their ears explore each void
Looking for a diagram of love

"This is not our failure!
This is our compromise"
From disintegration of hearts, uncared for
...let the machines rise.
They see perfect formation
In the flight of birds above
As they refuse our disorder,
Do they write in the sky, a diagram of love?

There is no perfect formation
There has never been enough
There are only passing pleasures
That we beautify to make a diagram of love!