Disjunction, or Pogo-logos
The argument is being. Things being as they are. We are that disconsolate remnant. Not wanting otherness or justification. Now as ever before. Binary carbon heart thought oxygen shock. The wounded fall in all directions. This much has been determined. Soft weapons cybernate. Contagion rains. Red sludge. The mask bit implicate with disastrous consequence (extended metaphor for erasure, not a blot or knot in sight). The accidental echoes. The transcendentals never cease. We may be phenomenologically but the body is history.