Walls were sighting under the night's pressure;
that shadow next to the lamp was boxing into their smooth face,
our corners were whining and slowly moving.
scream sculptures from the dark air;
they are opaque and wordless.
Amongst the longitudes and latitudes,
we were shaking zeros.
Decorated by legs, arms, fingers,
and clammy skin that appeared as shining as the muggy ice.
The deepness and size.
billions of bodies want to eat sunlight,
I did not understand why.
The surroundings are another way.
Dreams about radars, MRIs, electro-microscopes, attosecond tools, and more.
I do not read the news anymore
because it is a human thing.
And I do not want to be a human.
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