look -- down into the water
are they tiny forms of life?
or are they tiny forms of death?
what's choice got to do with it?
when one goes down to meet the other
enigmatic silver flashes
fin signals, a tube flowing down to
the "institute of occult warfare"
roboticelli, renaissance
mechanics post-mortem,
post-electoral, scholastics
fallen into flavor by colonialist
accidents, accents, purchased
through finishing schools
you can't even begin to imagine
those whose files upload first time
flawless, flac, firmware
standing tall, firm and high
up on the plasma desk
scroll down
into yourself
"the concept of autopoesis
deconstructed the original cybernetic splice
between animals and machines, between living and non-living systems"*
autopoetic -- biotic, eukaryotic, "evolved"
on the other hand
allopoetic -- mechanical, technical
creations, fabrications
where are we
standing?
who are we
standing between?
well, I suppose you have a right
to your own silence
my cerebration
appears as a division
between your ears
now the earth pulse
scored in polyrhythmia
after this disappearance
(of the stream you hear)
After this disappearance
what next?
you will have to go above again
where the shores of civilization are burning
and the people, like the species
scattered before their wake
also scurry
but allow some consolation
there truly is no hurry
meend is nothing but a glide
the satellite ain't landing yet
now go, go get lost
beauty while it lasts
evening will come
it will sound like
animals or loss
*quotation from Bruce Clarke, thanks to Douglas Kahn
