Oh,
you arbitrary beings.
Be you,
forever tethered to such,
whilst you tether yourself,
to numerical distinction.
For,
externally you shall,
indeed,
only be deemed,
human.
A being,
within a singular species.
A being,
absent the simplicity of a cent.
A being,
absent the ability to be deemed as,
meant.
Oh,
you fragmented beings.
Be you,
attempting to be whole?
Whole,
within mind?
Whole,
within that of body?
Whole,
as a species?
Be that,
the only thing which these humans,
seek?
The absence of,
a fragmented species?
Wonder,
I do.
For,
if such shall be,
shall such,
only need,
a foundation?
For,
within such,
the absence of empty,
stomachs.
Within such,
access.
Be there,
no cog,
no slave.
Be there,
indeed,
a path to,
genetic longevity.
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