who knows

maybe
in the future donotknowhow
we will not need us
the preludes postludes butterflies and other stuff
flying in stomach
declarations under crazy moon
the witty words
we buy every morning in the subway or tram
a pack of cigarettes and two penny instant love
as coffee or pencil nose
we'll grow virtual children
without breast milk
no swing or bedtime stories

we make graven image after the beast within us
that we take him out on a leash
by giant holoparks created specifically for
nonexistence like us