A living mathematics


Life is a mob of music
the sky and memories
full of bodies and wood
the feeling of watching

others, as if we existed
separately, the virtualization
of difference, the illusion
of diversity, the impression

of individualization, but
all the notes move together
in a cadence that is a pattern
where all the variables follow

predictable algorithms
it doesn’t take a computer to
see, life is a volume of designed
potential, impatient for itself

to manifest, for a brief vistas
of glory and effort, to simulate
something of the journey
and evolve a kind of ambiguity

of the summation of experience
which is invariably limited
to conditions imposed upon
the manifestation, and the living

would be speaking
in a kind of daze to itself
sounds over space, that join
to form some brief relevance

like a page of Euclid, a
trajectory of something that
once seemed important or
at least a step forward

In the diction without
A manuscript, a semantics
Of how to breath and what
To want, and how to possess

The moment better, as if
We didn’t all want the same things.

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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