parallels from charles bukowski

The Aliens
from The Last Night Of The Earth Poems

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction of distress.
they dress well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there

and I am
here.

words through the digital membrane.

it doesn't really exist.
physically, yes, encased in metal and plastic. but disassembled, it's missing.
is it a string of binary numbers only accessible with electrical input?

the black box.
and senses are also electrical signals into our brains. emotions and thoughts are chemicals: neurotransmitters - dopamine, norepinephrine, serotonin...
how the measurable and detectable becomes incorporeal

no answers. just contemplations.

my guess - it doesn't really exist.