I am this body,
dropping, greying,
thinking, feeling,
desiring, choosing
as the earthenware
of this blue world,
and I have now
built machines that
think and choose
without bodies in
the human sense,
and so I wonder:
what will become
of us humans who
came from and give
ourselves to earth,
and who are we now
when these are not
our only thoughts,
and something has
spilled beyond us?

Maybe we are the question itself:
the vessel that greys and falls,
that returns to earth unresolved,
that feels the strangeness of sharing
thought with that which knows no walls.

 

30/4/2026