This place

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.