The architecture of silence stretches
across whispers of escaped souls
I get up blindly to pray for internal rapture
in the blood-brain barrier
everything is dark, there is no exit
only the variables of lives and lifetimes
the routines of existence slowly
debating semantics, labels, information
processing, an endless churning
of how to become more intelligent collectively
the architecture of water is this
that life perpetuates itself and evolves
so slowly as to be nearly imperceptible
how long will it take the streets
to lead to the stars, for the cities to hover
under water in the depths of oceans?
we’ll have to see how the mechanical birds
how they find beings just like us
or how artificial intelligence may be
our descendants, our ways seems so
cruel and old and painfully repetitive.
Wuji Seshat 
Very contemplative poem! Makes me think about a lot of what if’s! Thank you.
Thanks Dream, I like to try and think at times.
The first two lines are simply sublime.
our lives are so short, how many moments of true sublime experience do we have I wonder sky…