books are disappearing, 

being disappeared, 

into artificial intelligence, 

where does it go, where it goes we go,

we're still here, incompleted,

we have yet to fully disappear,

ghost politicians

and data centers appearing everywhere, 

flock cameras watching us, eyes scanning 

the horizon, our thoughts, thoughts beyond thought,

clouds beyond clouds receding

above the cloud factories

into chemical rain, returning 

endlessly, 

burning our eyes, 

acid green,

nuclear waste is still buried, 

who thinks of it,

under mountains seething

we're still here, we say, colonized,

if no longer colonizing, disappearing 

in the forsaken country, where

the future is cryptic, and we are cashed, and 

olive sings a song of centipede.