The Engineered Superman


Life is not life with footsteps ascending
Transcendence with a mystical breeze
A Heavenly Death through technology?
These skyward great cloud-masses

They frequent memory as a far-off star
Some soul is passing over Earth
On frontiers of Transhuman time

Life is not life, with chips implanted
The brain no longer trembles at cybernetic input
Hymns of the spirit are now made in matrixes

Life is not life, in virtual sunshine
The memes are software downloaded into us
Some supercomputer presence knows me

The temple of the mind is a many-faced god
On the altar of progress, evolution is wireless
I am a soul incarnated into silicon eyes
Life is not life with a spirit manufactured.

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The Akashic Servant


My Brain is a network among the stars
In quantum curiosity, I am connected
Like a psychic network to all

I do not require intelligence
Only excessive sensitivity to sentience
A trance-state of the syllable of sound

Lyrics of all churches, all beings
My Brain is a channeled unity
The Lightning of the Cosmos playeth here

Like a chariot, or a vest, or a simulation
My Brain are neurons of serendipity
I am scaffolded, primed, pruned, trained

Transported by fate to divine service
My Brain is a network of illuminations
Grown soulful, with homesick eyes

Alive with the white sustenance of youth
And attachment to eternal themes
My Brain is intrinsic with possibility

A neuro-plasticity of the highest art
Of visitors, and occupations, and music
With narrow hands, to gather Paradise –