Good thing

more like a human being again. Human being you say.

A human being being human. how much we think we

know about ourselves… that we are human,

and not anything else,

and the abstract being in addition

– or how it’s prepositioned to be

attached to the human,

the being I mean?

To be two syllables.

Be okay,

– be what?

Human. And we know what it is

because and because we are human beings,

ergo sum, we know

it is to be human beings

and are entitled to the title

and everything is reified back and forth properly and on top of each other

– and there you are, born

mysterious in its banality and glaring clarity.

You look at the moon though,

and it’s the same thing – a human being.

Or, letters on the screen – a human being.

Hyenas are more human beings than we are for what I can see.

I am that thing, so how can I know? A mirror is only a mirror.

Both being and knowing being knowing being, ad nauseum.

It’s a good thing we lost our tail.

The only thing we can do is sing our song, call it what you like

– that’s the tail at our end.

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