Materialism
by Tom Bajoras
I am the list
of all your particles—
the position, mass, and velocity of each.
Your hopes,
Your fears,
and even the memory of your first kiss
can be found in my billions of pages.
There is no invention—only inventory.
There is no conscience—only science.
I am before you, and I am after you,
and I am more you than you are yourself.