~ A Transhumanistic manifesto in a poem:
Singularity spoken
It was not death, no
For I was awake
In all the parts of my being
It was not the night
For the tongues of Noon
Has fallen like my flesh
But I was aware
Of so much more than
Chance or burial would make
Reminded of time
I took a step outside
Of her and her bodyguard of space
Without breath, I felt
Midnight and noon in one echo
Of what it meant
To be tied to a body
I was not anxiety
For I was part machine
Part poem, and all the ticked
Of time had stopped
It was not death, but
Quantum life I know
Success is counted sweetest
When prayers have run out
Like biology’s last play
So clear the victory
Of algorithms and machine-learning
That by defeating death
I became part software
Part virtual author clear
Free-will was transcending
Simulations, and entering
An abyss, of symbiosis
The transhumanistc event
Adaptive and unalterable.
