we woke up this morningMature

we woke up this morning
and carved “we are precious”
into the thenar spaces
of our hands, whispering
fragments of our dreams
in half-words and 
merged languages.
              our atoms are alive without us.
but we are more than just our atoms -
this world is more than
algorithms and theorems,
more than blood and air,
more than linear time and
the limitless stretch of space.

we cannot be duplicated.
everything is always changing.

The End

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