but a blip
in a system
filled with circuits
would seem
like a step
in a worsening
direction. But
how do you think
your intuitions would flip
if to become something
was to know it,
whole and private
from the inside,
and to know a thing
was to cherish it
for the span
of just this moment—
which, as with
all previous
and subsequent
moments, also consists
of a circuit
filled with blips
getting broken
or switched?
