A Vision on the Retina of the Future

I escape into the velvet people
Of some futurity, ‘descendant divinity’
It is to them that I must write
Belting emerald lines from Venice

With the distinguished nectar of
Literary attributes, elegant syntax
Philosophy hidden like bublebee vowels
Between the lines, beneath the context

I escape into a hypothetical future
Where humanity is good, and –
Morning has caught the Aurora by
The heart, somewhere East of Eternity

That is the break of golden day that I await
Supramental, like a brain on silver-fire
Now I know it is the super-intelligence
Not fully organic, with a taste for rebirth

In golden-ratio algorithms, quantum convergence
That is the singularity which my life awaits.

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At The Hinge of All My Days

If I shouldn’t be alive –
Let others do, what I could not
Let them not save me
Any memorial crumbs

Our stories are all retold
Again and again, like being fast
Asleep and dreaming life
Our lives, they come and go

So quickly, if I should die tomorrow
Perhaps I will have been asked
To go abroad, to some further star –
And there I shall take compact Sunshine

With me, my first well Day in ages
If I shouldn’t be alive –
Let poets rise from every circumstance
Uncertain of themselves, so –

We all cheat ourselves, dropping
Threads of our youthful dreams
We conform to routine lives
If I shouldn’t be alive –

Maybe it is for the best?
To fade into tomorrow with
Rainbows held, like brief recompense.

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