the reading failed. we celebrated
the wrong enunciator. we hailed
yrs truly as messiah #1½. we failed.
we failed. of course. there were those
before us. but we failed. ours was not
the line of collective flight. we failed.
we couldn’t stop once we’d started.
info-graphematics were marked by
shadetree mechanics. and still we failed.
we mark our geologic future w/ a past catastrophe.
i am nietzsche. we are failure.
i’m slouching toward trailer-park-bethlehems.