Literature
The 16 in Nietzsche.
The Scientists.
We remade our eyes of plastic
because we can wipe them clean
without pain: at night our skin
has been fitted with lights and we
altered the chemical pattern
in our brains to forget ourselves
or maybe the rest of you,
life is hard without numbers
to describe it because the Earth
is an irregular rock floating somewhere
inconceivable: and I am even more
a mystery, a contradiction seeking
a definitive despite the logic
of entropy,
the only continuity
is none.
The Activists.
I'll rewrite us again. We are nothing
but an idea of the issue and its
resolution, the bum sleeping in the back
of a truck or your quantum physics class,