it is Ironic that, replacing ourselves
(IN THE FUTURE) piece by piece (as we understand them)
we shall become less patterned, machine-like, bird-songs for millennia --

Yea, we sing just as the birrds do rarely so aware
(you tell me where the line is between natural and artificial
 and i will show you a blind man (a, i've done it again wandered off and forgotten

to leave you a trail.

I would first like contacts which display pictures and words right into my eyes
(powered by my body's excess muscular energy) and wirelessly connected
to a small computer which has replaced the intermediate phalanx of my left middle finger