"paradox"

My existence is a paradox

because the very thing

that makes it progress

is the thing that almost ended it;

the wind blows

and the glass fogs

as numbers fade

and words surround

but the ink sets in

and the flowers bloom

out of nothing but miracle;

my chest drops

and my body trembles

as I remember

that no android

and no human

can confront what remains

under the soil.