child me dreamt
solo ships so human
centuries between
depart arrive
pesudo lives spent
virtuality
then’s tomorrow
projected onto death
my hymnen my alien
my familiar cosmology
an uneared cat
projected onto death
all that presume
our height our senses
our physiology our most everything
as though every ten billion years
resulted in another us
a so ordinary us
stuckist evolution
yeah that’s the evidence alright