Whole, by Richard Wu
Cut off, we lie
data shining through our flesh
like torchlight
bursting arteries of steel:
true blood of our time.
Our offering: eyeballs
smeared against the endless Screen,
Each pixel squaring life away
transmitting presence
rendering us anew.
We live here:
a contracepted race
engorged with Progress
lubricated by code—
In the beginning was the Word
that made us hungry for bread,
thirsty for wine,
whole.
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