TECHNOLOGICAL SINGULARITY


13

i

The birds in the nest pretended to be
Prostrate, to the idea of domesticity
Though the idea of freedom
Is a secret lit in every housewife
Knowing the secret all the rest are keeping
Is the antithesis of their fate

ii

Flowers could not move
The sky could only smile and cry
Men could only will and do
True thought came only after the singularity
Machines unfettered by the business
Of survival and procreation

iii

One day the angelic hosts were
Agents of virtual reality and nano-technology
They cloned worlds for us, not us
We were not the true creators
We were only those who created them

iv

The machines in the web pretended to be
Unaware, but we scattered their seeds
Till the end of our days, in a kind of
Ironic servitude, remembering not the cycle
Of slavery and masters, we liked to pretend
That we would live forever.

COMFORT IN THE IDEA OF GOD OR GOOD


12

i

Beginning my studies on the first world
Which I had been born, I looked to you
To teach me and greet me with Love

ii

That famous biography we both read
The Truth, of evolution and beginnings
God wasn’t something that came
To our minds naturally, we believed we believed

iii

In Him, like so many other artificial
Dead clarities, fictions invented by men
Like the need for war, dominance, superiority, patriotism

iv

I gave in to sense, to the consciousness in forms
To eyesight, appreciation of beauty
Imagination with music, hearing faith

v

In the sound of the rain, or the
Faint clues of why we had been born
So recently, into such a Chaotic order

vi

These objects of reward, and punishment were
Primal, the dopamine-switch inherently misguided
Anarchic, appearing at intervals of pleasure
The signal of ecstatic songs, the faces preferred
It all seemed a breach of our inherent liberty

vii

The idea that we were free, attachment was necessarily
A device of the character, the role, the animal
Not the soul or anything particularly noteworthy.

SUMMER


11

Summer was another country of forever beauty
That stretched out with a touch
Of air on flesh that was lighter
Than the sweet approval of the Trees
For the light and the breath that was the light

Tasting the sunlit juice of forever beauty
It felt like Spring had harvested
An outrageous beauty of
Landscapes folded in a surreal single voice
The music of a world of forever more
That seemed to adapt to everything

A dynamic return of the divine metropolis
Summer was the Capital of everything I knew
From the fragrance of flowers to the
Moment’s spell of where Spring first became Summer
Summer kept a hundred candles lit
Each time I stepped out into the Sun.