If time - is not allowable
And place -occupies a nothingness
There is no need for movement.
If no solution causes a paralyis
of the mind, and physical structure
'What is the purpose of being human? '
'Become a mechanism! '
'Go to your room robot'
Clickity clack up the stair
For no one, 'in your world of steel'
Would seldom, venture there.
Try to find another structure
(much unlike your own)
Then attempt to reproduce yourself
'Into a human clone'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem