3 October 2021
p0sthuman: the evening before p.132
your uber has arrived
a bugle in the forest
the midsummer bungle blasts
cis folx to faeries, giants,
donkeys, ocelots, constellations of
archaea
at last there is no logic
at least the math is plane
a blockchain sublimes
a cloud of digits
steams
and small children stream on holiday
to distant centuries
memories
maybe
felicities