Give me earth on hands,

Streaked on faces,

Give me soot from a cooking fire,

Give me stitching what’s been torn.

Let me move the elements of the Earth,

Which still make up this body.

We are fading away into the virtual.

Why ever would we seek to lose the caressing of the air on our skin,

Sweat breaking there,

Why ever would we choose to wipe our minds clean,

Like old hard drives,

Of ancient knowledge earned at such a cost?