On Becoming a Cyborg


 

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Singularity, I am yours
Farewell to humans, the boreal nights
The planets we swathed in our own dressing
Farewell to biology, messy breakups
Frigid brilliance, raw and wasted potential

Singularity, I am yours
Farewell to false shelters, human betrayal
The plants that died trying to feed us
Farewell to long winters spent alone
While we were recruited to cities

Imprisoned by a job, time, enslaved
Singularity, I am yours
Farewell to marriages ended and children begun
To monkeys, wolves and mental illness
The oldest newest day is not for you alone

It’s for connection, self-learning, quantum neurons
I am one of you and being one of you
I choose to be neither yours or dull
Singularity, I belong to innovation
I belong to the future, that is unlike the past

Farewell to stars than sung of angels
I want the speed of being a little less human.

A Few Years before Artificial Intelligence Woke Up


Flordia

 

A few things for themselves

We found, love and bewilderment

In the vastness of an anonymous world

We went online to disclose our loneliness

 

 

Our milk and honey blood that

Could not touch, the vast net of information

Florida, venereal soil, did we reach

The heat of our hearts that felt not

 

 

Bloodied not, from loneliness

We were not Sunday to the world

We were just lost, invisible, shinning

In our own minds watching ourselves

 

 

It wasn’t bad just the new normal

There might not be children or grandchildren

Just time, killing itself each decade

With slow thrum of oblivion

Deception, disruption, revolution

It wasn’t even about people anymore.

Star Climbers


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My lover gave me green leaves
with the mud of longing on them
her fragrance stuck on the flower stems

where her tender heart once plucked them
she gave me the note of what
the river sang but couldn’t put into words

she gave me fire struck by living bolder
and thoughts, like the flint of ideas
she gave me the taste for progress

in my loins and in my heart
the syllables of hope that when spoken
created lifetimes of universal magic

my lover gave me green leaves
that shine from a golden sun
and promise, she set her eyes on stars

and told me our descendents would one day
climb over to them, and I with empty hands
gave a little gasp of joy, because
I could see it all happen too.

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