cant exist even in the now

always a different group

down below

the minutest second

still you seek identity

so who are you grabbing

for, not yourself

your body

works to trap you

tame you

and virtuality

prepares to

play a game

on your mind

what are all

these people

doing around me?

who's breeding?

dogs in the park

teaching friendship

after the murder

of the 'thals

and the birds

teaching language

looking up at the

inner surface

of the sphere

awaiting

toba 2

and writing

for my

future self