What this
doing is being, post-human,
does not
resemble me. One day to next.
Hunted down
by the rabble it emerged.
Turning like
a spool of film, monster.
Unhappy
shaper gone awry, writer --
no fortress
of solitude is contained.
Lack of unity
pieced together, hexed,
Post, proto,
anti, non – we are hu-man.
I like
‘machine’… gesture and signature…
Disappearance
beyond disappearance,
disguise does
not approach simulation.
Restoration
which half fails, in, because
No one will
ever move… there is no play,
Set in
another set must be ruins.