Human Beings

It's in style to be one

Ink wells aren't yet deep enough

Fuel the world with endless bones

More bits of space and time

Only we create these

Only what becomes these

Human beings

Human members of no kind

Some time is all we need

Then the bits will fit

Take a byte and make a bit

Break it down and let it go

As the room dims up

Even the shadows swing low

Black on the white page don't you know

When we write make beautiful

Poetry is the dulling point

Knowing the blade is for benefit

Point is don't fear the cut

For the sharpest point

Make a sharper world

Make a loving

Human being