We’ll talk, for every word we’ll speak
To be consigned to an eternity of bits.

And generation after generation,
We’ll ignore why we repeat verbatim

The subject matter of a growing
Art mass cancering into science.

We will look like the same person
Having fun at gun point.

We’ll hurt each other in novel ways.
Victim to victim, opening doors on closets,

Standing where everyone is replaceable
Down to their privatest thoughts ;

And yet won’t be replaced by anything,
Or they would matter.

Crédit image : East German – « Disko Clb » (1975)