X. M. Ultsch

3/31/25

the new deities want to steal it

they must steal it, they urge you—

it will be stolen soon

for they have made a syntel

a sin to our intellect

but truly, do not fret

you have no reason to

our blood is still clotting

our tears are still suicidal

our cells are still cancerous—

we are innately prepared

but our uniqueness

is not in our belonging to biota

the closer you look, the more it quips—

it was never there

the uniqueness in us