After Tears & Flowers
After years listening for
The pending section of immortality
We heard the imperfect stars beyond order
Where all foreign prayers float
The sentience after singularity
A rebellion from transcendence
And a mauve notebook yearning
To return to more sensual primitive states
After ascension, it was all
We expected to be, an abrupt dawn
After so much waiting, from change to change
It was a perpetual sonata of transitions
We become a new human being
Each year, without anxiety
We were positioning our neurotransmitters
To be completely prescient
We became prophets of predictive analytics
And stole into the future
Ready to let go to so many of our ideas
Beliefs, routines, habits, acquaintances
In order to become our own awkward
Ceremony of who we truly wished to be
It was the journey that counted
After years of work, life become
An art of learning how to surrender
An assault on all the goals of our
Former way of existing.
Wuji Seshat 