Screw the heartless algorithm. Let’s turn ourselves to life and the living. Is it worth razing a singular bird?
To Be No’in Buy You
I sow want to be
No’in buy the algorithm
That life less humanity
Getting
My number
As if it is awe
In the wrist
Demarcating
What might
Be soully
A freakish camp concentrated
A vainglorious offering
Me a hand without digits
There is no
Prosthesis fore such an immolation
Nothing passing
In the after math
Our daze numbered
In an unequaling flail
The big tree of data
Dividing us
Into what sum
Might state
As frag meant
Of corp or real bodies
In what peers
As a pile of single digits
Lifted toward heaven
De-manning that
Won way or the other
Pull the plug
