Juliet calls for celopatra, Casandra in love’s share same burnt Society, minds, upon their crash over souls deep wounds left In shakespear’s, Dryden's ‘re lessons too much for us to learn Dearest how choose each other to fight in vain blood begone Oh my east my west shallest now by their bond one ‘d become Hobbes's tears dried so machines us himself from then to count Kenj but in nature finds a mother of tranquility a father of peace Socrates therefore I am, mere the conscious feels awake a whilst beyond the mind to perceive, soul lay as freud's unsubconscious Fake ourselves to machinize as sub mmaterialistically hypnotizes Flags names of countries our earth is divided humans as renames As what shall we own shall we here leave as if to us never belongs Neither the I nor the machine alive vivid alays but both vaporizes Tomorrows’s harvest is todays seeds in clay of us in soil we leave