As an organism, I’m tied to natural

rhythms, natural scales, natural life cycles.

And I sit in my concrete home, watching sci-fi

LED technology, drinking a liquid

synthesised in a tank, which I’m not sure really

is an actual drink, although the flavour is

supreme.  So I wonder where does reality

come in?  That I am natural, I rely on

the sun to make my food, the air to breathe and fresh

water to sustain me.  I wonder when all the

pollution will fog out the sun or burn me up,

when my lungs will kill me or when there’s no longer

a treatment to make water safe.  Then I’ll regret

my self-centred, miss-spent life.  Then, and only then.