• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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Notes from field expedition #1

I am the tingle of what’s coming next.
I go on the p in pounce.
I am only a stop of course,
if we are thinking about time –
there will be better after me.

And you are me: I was top of the food
chain once. You will be diminished
when the robots take over, though it’ll
be amusing at least when they build
their own opposable thumbs.

Don’t tremble about being hunter, hunted
again. It was good; it still is. If you
have wit you will be fine. This is what
the botanist with the big beard told me.