hula-hooping to the cadence of our current human errorA Poem by delapruchsee note for reviewers.breathe in a good feeling laugh with someone who makes you do so smile at someone who smiled first kiss someone that attracts you forget to use a prophylactic forget to use birth control have a great orgasm get an std get pregnant abort the child have the child raise the child with financial stability raise the child in poverty walk away from the child help yourself the whole while through maybe avoid stds or giving birth still a child gets older as you pass on a child becomes teen the teen learns more than parent the parent is outwitted the teen now wants independence the independent teen wants complete freedom the once baby bird now leaves the nest the independent 20 something tries to survive they go to college they get a job they join the army they go abroad they backpack they smoke they drink they take drugs they sell drugs they cheat they steal they rape they kill they gain money they gain power they wear rags they wear suits they wear ceremonial robes of all sorts they treat physical illness they treat mental illness they think there is a spiritual illness & they focus relentlessly on this fact like staring 24 hours a day through a prism at the head of a needle they jump over the needlewatchers with science they break down the building blocks of reality they study what is & what is only on paper they embrace the idea that all can be thrown out in the method of constant analysis & constant communicating, deliberating, reinstating, destroying, recreating & swimming in the complete utter chaos that humans live within & that humans represent & they work on making more intelligence they make bombs & lasers & mass biological death agents & they kill on a mass scale & they fly to the moon & they fly past the moon & they engage with all that is beyond the moon & they break away into oblivion but they work on making machines & as they destroy the living organic environment around them they make a new one out of concrete & metal & these machines made by their own hands now excel they perform calculations faster than the humans that created them the humans make smaller computation machines smaller & smaller & smaller they reduce in size soon they are taken in within the humans who made them they reduce disease they kill off cancers before they have a chance to begin they enhance the physical body with upgraded material & better memory & even new aesthetic changes which create a different kind of creature altogether which is post-human something that redefines itself quite possibly out of range & surpassing this anthropocene now existing & as the machines move past humans they have their brains scanned they are downloaded into the interface while some are still cryogenically frozen some are no longer holding physical flesh bodies while the electric selves now float in the virtual techno world new illnesses of electronic & virtual death now arise new bombs new weapons of electromagnetic mannerisms things that this writer is far too naive to even begin to illustrate with the decrepit eyesight & fingers tapping on this ancient keyboard the writer still needs to eat these vegetables that are doused with toxins the writer still needs to sleep to keep the feeble mind from going mad looking forward to a brand new electrotechnomadness to come one with the machine needing nothing but a surge a lift off of energy into the outer regions of everything we can produce through the language that continues to confuse us and build roadblocks all along the way. © 2011 delapruchAuthor's Note
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