We Changed.

We thought it was an organic transformation, with no memory of the thing,
A distant past transcendence.

But it was artificial; done with technologies impervious to breakage. No flaws would be recognized. Instead, malfunctions would, if occurring at all, appear as illnesses, natural imperfections, organic breakdowns and the like. Hidden from us was our own past of modification.

W  E   W  E R  E   D  I V  I  D E  D within ourselves.

Now we’re on the verge of changing again,
       of splitting,
                   of fragmenting.

And in years hence, we shall not remember ourselves as we were
(yet we’ll yearn for it all the same.)
We’ll think the division is a natural part of our being.

Written in a blog by Ciavarro

“Now I’m shot in the face.”

“Yeah, you are. It’s ok, you’re old.”

“Oh shit, I think some of of the buck shot is moving to my heart.”

“Oh, that’s nothing. I have more metal in my heart than Darth Vader. Stop being a bitch.”