A Reckoning

Digi-humans

                 Progress no more

                                  Than foolish flesh

                                                      With an embalmed

                                                                           Process of thought

                                                               Circular logic

                                   Like a Christmas wreath

                    Is a ring around

What passes as belief

I have seen despair, yet hesitated to act— I have smelt fear, but knew not where from the stench came— I have felt the strong arm of the law inherent in the pull of the current; and still swam to the periphery where an epiphany anticipated my residency

“Remember when I flooded the flat? I was embarrassed, you were irate; and those downstairs were wet”