We drew with hands dipped in blood
We punched slots into clay.
We inked vegetable dye onto pounded skins.
We moved type in place and pushed it against pieces of paper.
We typed text into machines with keys.
We typed text into machines with digital memories.
We thought in biological whorls and our thoughts were understood.
We projected our thoughts through space and time,
And with one error of thought we will
(if we have ill fortune)
Draw with hands dipped in blood