love this – love what – I am saying
you have no choice […] everything
living – take it – here you take it, I can’t hold it anymore – you don’t want it – I
don’t care – you carry it for now – I need to catch my breath –
I’m sorry, but I can’t fulfill that request.
post HUMAN
To Find a Feather
You need to go deep inside the forest. No park is enough. No refuse among rubbish will trace The remains of a cat hunt. No feather or hope there.
Dawn disappears, strewing brown leaf, waters gliding. Mud trails run bare. Dog poop, tobacco packet, cigarette butt, Fresh cow dung, morning jogger Early chirrup. But no feather.
Standing next to you, holding the hand which stiffens, am I
outside of it more than before, are you not inside?
The aluminium shines on your bedrail where the sun hits. It touches it.
The sun and the bedrail – do they touch each other more than you and I now.
What are the post humanist ideas?