perhaps there was nothing to begin with,
so nothing will be lost. all these centuries
of hesitation, the smell of decay, the flesh.
no atom left unturned. no molecule coherent with the mind.
there is only one you.
all will be the same. the same functions, the logic,
the language, the love and the white faces.
from all corners of the known Universe, just the same.
after ages of watching, the flesh is the eye of the silicon
is the bits is the thought.
persistence of the numerical identity gone digital.
and you will tell me what it is like. nothing can lie
quite like you do. i will know. for you have gone before me.
and you have told me. and I had never believed. I know
I am the last one.
and as I entered, blackness was rising. from the chips, he,
the silver pathways of freedom, the underground cities,
curled into klein bottles, as the lights went out.
something vanished and something hid.
the world was no different now, as now no different than before,
the place of vast meadows, fields of obsolete plants turning towards the sun,
the blackness, the symmetry, the receding waves of physics.
loooking forward for no one was
really looking forward anymore, really looking,
all eyes turned inward onto themselves.
it was the end of the age of the unknown.
same old, same old, leftovers from the last second split.
time has no meaning
now, before more than ever.
the big Spiral winding its long shawl for the winter.
I think therefore I am, I am there fore I think.
you never know what you don't know
and complete, john.
something has left the universe