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.