Water

Machinic claws dug deep into my fles, wasting me into

confession of desires I did not know I had.

"Here you are!", they say, carving a soul out of me.

"So that is what I am!"

Mutilated, manipulated extorted,

force to say "It was me all along!" Coercing

out of me organs genes, theories and categories.

But powerful currents sweep across

the smooth surface of this Earth.

Terrifying clashes give rise to tides and droughts,

Consciousness emerging from the crimson water.

The world passes through me,

through the threshold of perception, the body

right here.

Sediments upon sediments, layers

upon layers of swarming words clad me

in impenetrable armour, hold the loosest parts

together.

Forms and arranges, partitions me

inscribing onto live flesh with all the pleasure of evil.

I am the eye that sees, the hand

that touches, a flashing vector in the force

field of Life and Death.