O that you could see
the place where we are
and the place where we are not.
So advanced and beyond the
optics of writers from long ago,
and yet still human, not divine.
The gods still live with broken backs
and love has its way on the crazy
chain of living with machine and noise.
And here we all are in this place
where we never imagined to be:
in the big and small and the siren call
of the whole damned human race.