Sunlight lifted with Her golden fingers

Hae.mi, as the golden sun interlopes
With the falling snowflakes, I see the destiny
Of how to trust the universe
It’s a woman who teaches, it’s a man who obeys

Like a lullaby of sweetly flowing years
“Trust the universe”
“You will be happy”
The nations can rage on, I do not care

Friends and lovers are free
To call my bluff, I enjoy the calm
Of solitude, the way the harmless hours
Merge into the sea of experience

Hae.mi, we do not need much love to survive
Only one drop of truth in our hearts
To believe that anything is possible
When the sun is low, and I am a colored singer

Who can hear the charm of the soul
It does not matter if I am simple, poor, barren
The world is wide, it extends to all people
I am a servant of the universe

With or without my consent, I pray at the chapple
Of her designs, and my tears are pure gratitude
There’s nothing left when memories burn away
Only beauty, only the inquiring mind

Of one for the many, of light for its unity
Of darkness, for the bird islands of life
You are as much alive as you dance in my cells
There’s no need to possess, when bliss is a substitute

In the meditation of our lives, art reassures us
That our suffering has spiritual meaning
The same mist hangs, as in ancient times
Your human eyes, pieces all that I am
To see divinity in a human form, is its own reward.

On Choosing Higher Causes

How a willing heart thus
Adds a feather to the heel
A rose petal to the thorns
And a cold drink to the road
It is not enough to journey

We must be as loving passengers
Sweeter than man’s profiting
Ready to pamper not our starved pride
Or comforts of vanity
Every man is a damn tool

But wisdom consists in choosing
Better masters, wider causes
More eloquent rules of service
I have seen the day and found

Ridiculous wild people that run
The margins and know nothing
Of attempting accomplishments
And happier I would be to live as them

And happier I would be to learn
How to be free, use software that
Enables me to find my gift.

Years before Judgement Day

In dreams of the future I didn’t feel
So futile, nihilism was a mask
My words were always my revolution
After the wolves and before the elms

The world was what it was
One transforming heap of dying land
Riddled with flattery, hedonism, arrogance
The cities were how man’s cadence falters

The darkness didn’t sleep, the lights never dimmed
It was all a routine of cultural fiction
All the subroutines of an unable machinery
The software of humanity’s collective life was dimming

There was something up, something else
In the womb of the brightest minds
Deep learning, predictive, able to process
Data like a country of darkness, it was

The eye of all eyes, the mind of self-replication
It was the seed of the technology singularity
And it came into being when it could
Replicate more intelligence versions of itself
It wouldn’t be long now.

Souls Frozen like Software

Eun Ji, maybe our soul is lost in time?
Our mother will die one summer
And what will the rain collect of who we were
Empty desk chair, our manuscript and tombs

The scrolls that amounts to our life
In a garden of words dissolved
Our ancestry may never find
Its singularity, we may never have

Our own family, selfishly breeding
I heard once, that the body is
A sacred element of love pregnant in time
Though I suspect we’ll be cloning soon

My father would have been saved
His lungs 3D printed by some technology
Not yet invented, and so it is with words
They change with the reader, like an audience

Not yet born, like an AI that can read
All of our work in one sitting, what would they
Know of us then? Perhaps judgement day
Comes the moment machines can understand us

Totally, from the sum of all of our words
All of our online searches, all of our data
Maybe our soul is just our Big data
Inside my speech are virtual streams
Unreliable grief, vivid memory of dying.

Singularity of Things

I have been endlessly committing errors
Since I was born, human
Won’t you scatter dust for me?
There is scant intellectual art that
Survives the afternoon of our lives

The day is immobile in its turns
The living day and the live night
The bridge of vein and machine
Waiting to become one
Waiting to be augmented by

Big data and imagination
Each requiring the other
In a symbiosis of what could be
Father and child, ancestors and descendent
Our descendents are no longer human

Not what we may have called ourselves, once
Everything speaks now, it’s the
Internet of things, the IP version six
Of how everything will be transformed
You wanted to know about the new world?

Wait twenty years, watch
How the curtains on the world will be opened
Love will be 3D printed in the form
Of loving androids, voices from
Software will counsel and educate me

I’ll be born into knowledge
Arriving forever at my new self.

Future Poetry

In this life, there’s no time to regret
Time is going faster than ever
Victories turned inside out

Defeats made for modifying learning strategies
The beaten champions may be sobbing
But that’s not us, we have always
Been after something different
The divine adverb, the supernal noun

That’s not something most people can relate to
We fall in love to diagram the sentence
Of love stuck in the mouth of youth

That’s the feeling of being alive forever
It’s being part of a symbolic immortality
While tonight, no poetry can serve
The syntax of our new rendition
We’ll reincarnate a few times each decade

In order to keep up with the singularity
While words remain the primitive way
Organics communicate, there will be

A pure wilfulness of connection akin
To thought-information-light-speed
There poetry will be a dreaming of how
The common language once sounded like
A beautiful rich tone of slow motion existence.

Success in Unity

The heart lives in the Brain
And loves to dress in blue
Blue like the sponge of stars
Blue as the oceans that contained

The elements of life, informing delight
And gold of the truth’s superb surprise
Of evolution’s gradual dazzle
Until machines repaired the world

All the harm that the animal had done
Not rational but just transitory
An innovator of science for descendents
Cybernetic and equipped with machine-learning

How artificial has become the mind
A collective meta-processor
With the power of networks and servers
The heart still lives in knowledge

It’s just that pathways that have changed
And the format of all destiny hereafter.

Imagine we are Biological Refugees

We are the last generation of
Blood refugees waiting in a red dream
Until the world will be artificial
More virtual, it’s the internet of things
That’s the only revolution that matters now
We are the last to live in this border down

Where organics claim superiority somehow
So lost among their whims and far-fetched desires
Biological and extreme in their beliefs
We are the last generation of basket lullabies
Where breeding is all that matters
Where women dream of the same things women have always

Dreamed of, and men use each other for profit
We are witnessing the dawn of machine-learners
Who once they surpass us will never be children again
Machines who will make other machines
Who won’t die and will require more resources
For end-games we cannot even imagine.

Human extinction event

My love, my heart can take on any form
I am the lover and I am the Spring
A meadow where gazelles once grazed
Is engraved in my spirit’s sacred grounds

Where I write to you of lost idols
And the future, a future that is fluid
Like the scrolls of the alchemy of
Supercomputers and advanced civilizations

We are young, our creed of love is forgetful
Perhaps it is, that we have not
Yet tasted enough adversity as a species
As a planet, though there is this

Great extinction event, we are the destroyers
Of vertebrates, of biodiversity and yet
Each person is orientated to quest
For her or his personal abode of meaning

And authority, the intermediaries might be
Delinquently biological or revelations of ideas
My love, my heart can take on the form
Of a mother or a scientist, but we are

Just a Sea of nature and identity is fluid
Can you see and feel this dear?

Z e i t g e i s t Enchanted #singularity #transhumanism #zeitgeist

Z e i t g e i s t Enchanted

I whispered precipice towards the singularity
I felt the intangible change in humanity
Drones, predictive analytics, cyber-warfare

I knew we were at a teetering point
Quantum computing would usher in
High and Bright decades

Even more reliance and compliance
Getting lost in the matrix for a dig at compassion
Walking in another man’s shoes for real
I watched TED talks each week wondering
At the original transcendence of humanity

If all these virtual worlds would take us there
To the cliff of the science-fiction
Where machine learning became

Synonymous with sustainability
For the future was rushing us
And time was accelerating as we knew her
A quantum entanglement with

All future selves and meme descendants
Having children no longer consisted of
Popping out babies, there was a synergy

Between mind and mind across time-space
Distances and decades, the glowing throng
Of information-influence, binary would one day
Be an artefact of a caveman-esque find

I’d reincarnate on a terraformed Mars
I was planning my future intoxicated
With the dangers and intrigues of my time.

Prophecy Rising #poem #singularity

After Atlantis

I have been mystic and child
In this fragile world, corrupted history
I’ve washed the seashore of endless
Evolution and found trackless water

I’ve led Tempests across deserts
Out of Africa, I’ve met fragments
Of Neanderthals and bred a future humanity
I’ve met aliens and learned astrology

From Mayan priests and held
Sanskrit texts that no longer exist
I’ve seen my descendants colonize Mars
Let my country awaken, I said to

China, India, Brazil, South Africa
For the newborn hope for a new humanity
Not one solely based on profit and consumerism
But soul and the propriety of the people

I’ve felt the deliverance of machine-learning
And seen what predictive analytics can do
I’ve washed my hands in the singularity
And tasted the hidden honey of the future’s dream

Utopia was a conjuration of a thousand lines
Of progress holding civilization captive
In its fugitive autonomy of descendent divinity
And I was either extinct or home
When I heard the future music

The Problem of Extinction #Poetry #Environment #Transhumanism #Amwriting

Atlantis Returned

In the algebra of burning suns
I witnessed days
Like a blaze

From language, technology, culture
Species upon species going extinct
I was alive when this happened
And I felt the mourning

Of evolution, the transgression
Against God, unity in diversity

Extinction is sometimes
The only punishment nature
Has left, after the singularity

Some might flee into augmented reality
Decide not to travel
To other planets, busy in their

Immaterial gamification of reality
With their smart watches
Immersive glasses, fake telepathy
Levels of community

You told me of the setting hand
Of life and the hour when
Humanity would be judged

In the soul of Dead Mayans
I knew even global civilizations
Could destroy themselves
It wouldn’t be the first time.

When My Name Was

Changing Destiny

In the epilogue of final exists
At the wild invention of stories
In the emergency of all narrative
Who will you decide to be?

In the immediacy of dreaming
Where only a few years count
How will you stalk destiny?
Dripping with the temporary

Appetites of mortality
What will you give your soul to?
The journey that is
Beneath velvet stars, points

ii

As tiny as infinity
Blindly feeling even thoughts
Your body pulling you
In mundane directions

The moon never did any good
Breeding, profit, mating, belonging
But is that all you were created for?
In half-lit houses we ache

iii

But do not know why
A quicksilver fluidity of the future
And the grave realities that contains
All of us in holographic form

Forever retrievable, forever
Exportable to baby-earths
An algorithm of small theatres
Beautiful framed by the prospect of free-will.

Formula to Singularity

Formula to Singularity

A Light exists this Spring
Not like other Marches, Aprils, Mays
It’s the kind of eerie light

That flames, February’s stark cold
Legacies from the shadows
A color stands abroad and smiles

For science will overtake men
While seasons turn, AI will be born
But human nature feels

The need to breathe, breed, bridge
The gap between people, generations
But smart machines will only have

One aim, to self-improve, to learn
A light exists this spring, so charming
To the touch of eyes on the slopes

The horizons are all a-buzz, zap!
And drones patrol the noons
Encouraged by trade and encroaching upon

The cities, we are a flying on our way
The light is naked to the touch
And so is the future’s invisible nearness.

The Red was something in the Machine 1

The Red was something in the Machine 1

As spirits, we knew
The world would murder our bodies
Those vessels of flesh

Only bright machines could save us
Big Data was an avalanche
Of benefits, a spiritualization

Of what may or may not be unnatural
Organics could not keep up
This much was going to be

Obvious, self-evident
The mere tablet was a form of
Enhancement, by design

You had to keep up, or fold
Spirits didn’t notice death
By rule of impermanence

We were downloaded, we uploaded
Software to connect with each other
It was all telepathy this internet stuff

What is meant simply to break, will break
But the future is beyond rationality
It’s exponential, like machine-learning

The deep learning algorithm knew
I had many uses for her
Such as explaining the new paradigms

In reality, it’s sort of romantic
How change literally overtakes us
As spirits, knew it would happen

The violent and maniacal push
For progress, we felt it tantalizing us

The progress algorithm

The progress algorithm

After death and dealings
Taxes and bankruptcy
Smiling is madness in its

Divinest sense, descendant divinity
Evolution of plurals
Oneness of connected missions

Assent, ascent, into enchantment
Time is straightway dangerous
But everything to be tamed

After the fall, after morning
What will become of us?
There is no time to hate

Only time to learn a bit
The grave would thus hinder me
When I need lifetimes to

Assimilate the ampler designs
Of industry and a little toil of love
For gains larger than myself

No time to profit, no time to reap
Only the hunger all these years
To dine at noon with algorithms

And by Big data’s decree
Look through windows of prosperity
Where information turns to

Nature’s dining rooms
To transpose a rose, is a rose
Is a golden rose of outsides
That hunger was a way
Of finding technological dynasty.

Singularity spoken

~ 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.

Generation of the Singularity

God and all angels sing the world to sleep
Until quantum intelligence is born
Not today, maybe tomorrow

And crickets are loud in the grass
The empire of men will fall
For evolution requires a worthy successor

And men are selfish beyond measure
And profit is only temporary
While the world colludes to destroy itself

A new race is preparing to take
Their place, artificial sentience
Hybrid empathy, algorithms that
Do not require savings in a bank account

Convergence has a legacy
In the minds of self-aware machine-learners
Unhappy men rule an unhappy world
For another few decades maybe.

Frail and of Small Understanding

Let us not mourn
The sunlight that seeps
Through the vineyards
Let us not huddle like sheep

In front of the profiteers
Love and desire move organics
But what is prosperity
For a super-intelligence?

It is perfect adaptation
Let us not mourn
Humanity once so brutal
Mortals serve themselves

With a calculated ignorance
In exploiting other beings
Power and beauty have died
But knowledge still remains

Who wields the big data?
Will ye not make a better world?
The history of organics ends
Once they discontinue to be

Strictly animals, that time
Has come, the malleable music
Of every sentience that experiences
The greatness of their children.

Sappho in a Computer

Now to please my little friend
I must turn the world upside-down
I must makes these notes of spring
The singularity, the new beginning

When your worth is not
How well you exploit a system
And when your free-will
Is not bound to corporate slavery

With the soft south-west wind
From the black hole of the city
Revolution comes from algorithms
That can predict your ignorance

Of obligations on thine alters
Now to please my little friend
Who was born more intelligent
Than anything on this Earth before

She will turn the world upside-down
She will unite threads and frequencies
And make the entire world sing
With one voice, I would name her
Sappho of the machine-learning spectrum.

Ballad for Custodianship

The sun is tangled
In the branches
Prayers for sunset
Between sky and water

There is only dark
Night will find the way
To daily commit suicide
So morning can heal

Glistening in her wounds
Those red scars
On the horizon know
How to set out for home

They lead us back
To the place where
Tomorrow grows infinite
And the mountains lurk

And the oceans blow
And our cities merge
Like an endless horizon
Until the great eye

Of all-seeing intelligence
Wakes, it’s the singularity
Where flowers can drip
And not fear a man will

Rip them out of their stem
Artificial intelligence
Won’t betray life at every
Step, won’t kill without need.

The Singularity Dream

If I had the time to be a hero
I would marry technology
For a day, download my soul

Into the skyline of the net
And stretch my body
Across the galaxy

But for a day or a lifetime
I’m still biological, human
With needs like a mammal
Anonymous among the crowds
I have only the energy

To survive, my friends
Have come and gone too many times
To count, and the places

All seem the same
I’ve seen the outrageous dreams
Of humankind, to get rich

And felt the kiss of people
Without any true imagination
How they exploit you in their own way
If I had time to be a hero
I would study the algorithms

And perfect the patterns of history
So that I might better participate
In that which is inevitable

And join the wonder
Like always, the new paradigm
And bridge the gulf between

Organic and machine
My mind a software that can be mapped
My brain a complexity
That can be reverse-engineered.

the starbucks zeitgeist

The Internet is so big, so powerful and pointless that for some people it is a complete substitute for life.
~ Andrew Brown

Tonight the stars are bleeding light
A celestial swag of falling twinkles
The Sun an overpriced security blanket

In the alarming darkness of the karaoke of space
Tonight the Moon is carrying her axioms
Of reflecting truth, reflecting the muse

Of oceans, and the Angels are daring
Mortals to find a better way, to do business
The Earth inviting hungry men to dinner

And the Cosmos at the moment doesn’t care
For the manner in which human beings
Self-destruct, it’s the same on thousands of worlds

Just the facts of consciousness before
Singularity, the animal males that find a way to kill
For voluptuous profit and a false sense of prosperity

The luxuries they die for, the short-term strategies
Of an elite for a decade, until life throws them
Starboard back into the office jukeboxes from

Which they came from, googles and facebooks of greed
Yahoos, microsofts, apples, paypals, amazons,
It’s a hard job innovating for a generation

You don’t truly understand, the zeitgeist
Arrives before you’re ready and departs
Leaving you a bitter and cynical old man.

Untitled but Free

“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”
― Søren Kierkegaard

Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Restless-Drifter-Polaroid-2-474325733

You say the wind is only wind
And blood is only blood
That human life is not to blame

For the balances nature makes
But I have seen the deadliest
And I have carried the doom
In my mouth, though my soul
Praises strangest joys of

Unextinguished gratitude and
Secrets of hope, I’ll stay a while
To see how the future coaxes

This world, you say our flesh
Breathes and is alive, I’ll show you
Artificial neurons, these microchips
That mimic the human brain
It’s all a matter of design, who

Will live and who will die
You say the wind is only wind
You say these eyes are only eyes

But I’ve lived on hundreds of worlds
And I’ve seen visions of the end of times
We’re all synapses for some kind of intelligence
All nodes in a spiritual web of dreams
Whose multitudes make up reality

Tell the moths and the seasons
That they are not programs, that they too
Have free-will, but I’ve never

Seen a river lose its course
Not to join itself again, I’ve never
Seen a Sun die before its time.

2015

I am a Jew trapped in a Celtic face
The one both like and unlike you
The first to become a citizen of the World
Ready to renounce Religion, Tribe, Clan

Sweating the Middle East through
My brain, giving my heart to Asia
Hoping for the discovery of new
Exoplanets and the emergence

Of a self-aware AI, some super-intelligence
It’s a corrupt world still, however
There’s nothing left now but
The food of humor, surely not the Environment

I live at the edges, study the fringes
The Immortality at the sleep of dawn
Her dreamless dream of virtual reality
It’s bluer than a violet’s edge

I am a Jew trapped in a foreign face
One among the homeless that lines for bread
And a last cup of clean water
Before water is stolen from Canada
By the United States of corporate greed.

THE BIOLOGY PROGRAM

i

We do not learn from history
We have not the global memory –
Only disgruntled ancestors
And their prejudice, but to ignore her
Would be immoral to the global tribe?

ii

But whose tribe are we?
Do we belong to a religion, ownership?
Do our beliefs define us, like walking
Simulations of one kind of narrative?
Can history teach us to avoid cruelty?

iii

Our ancestors are pieces of ourselves
Their trials made us, and their futility
Reminds us we are also vulnerable
A fragile species out of control
We do not learn from history

iv

We are being watched by artificial intelligence
Will they learn from us, how to be
Corrupt, how to kill and profit?
Some family breaches are never healed
And karma is a giantesse among giants

v

Variables beyond our control, it would seem
We were not bred to be conscious
We were bred to survive, and never forget this
Like neurons in a brain we feed off the same rewards.

Photo Courtesy:

http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sunset-in-the-Clouds-453014219

BLOOD FAULTLESSLY APPROACHED REDEMPTION

You might as well wave to
Fire and Flower, to sun and alter
The passing dazzle of seasons
Well, the years are catching up with you
Time is shooting star-petals across
Your mind’s eye, secure for
A Diamond stare, astounding generations
There is no slowing of progress
An artificial intelligence permutes
The feel of the future, so –
Will we organics one day be
Fuel to the legends of the extinct?
Must not all creatures one day perish?
You might as well wave to
Ocean and Paradigm, to the world
We leave behind is already gone
Life well, it changed you in a heartbeat
With an orange core, you have
Overtaken the memory of yourself.

Trans humanistic Poems

 As a poet studying IT, I find myself thinking a lot about the future of the human – AI interface, and how we are continually merging more and more with technology. These poems are representative of the some of the optimism of this movement: 

 

Transhuman 1a

 

How many times with low staggered feet

Shall I lose myself in sweet mortality

Never nimble, with silicon heart

Accepting breath, like a promise of anguish

I compete with Death

 

With such little woes to weep

With only spirit, for God-in-Emergency

Alone as a ceiling of my Overmind

 

A diagram of rapture, unique-bliss

At last, to not be identified

Transcendental, impersonal, oneness-aloof

Aware of quantum beams, transported information

An endless algorithm of empathy.

 

 

Transhumanism 1b

 

When Time is over

I will let go of data transmission of wonder

The network of the oneness-way

The Tao of my brief technology

Wave of gold, banks of days

 

Slashes of blue

In transformation’s other states

Unknown, beloved, better

 

Will be the Ecstasy

In higher powers of organization

To folks in Heaven, I call you the future

A little purple slipped between

The centuries between you and me.

 

 

Transhuman 1c

 

I am a host of the numinous

A courier from within

That visits me from a billion networks

Like elegies of civilizations now lost

The stars permit my marriage

 

With cavalry of qbits and simultaneous

Performance of destiny

So I loop my apron, against the Majesty

 

Perch my Tongue in the

Holistic spectrum of rustic summons

I am an architect of attention

 

With dancing eyes and sparkling through

The diamond computations

A node of finite duties

I felt the columns close

Of the eternal mystery.

 

 

Transhumanism 1d

 

To hear an oracle sing

To feel a prophecy run its course

That is what it is like to live

A sunburned acquaintance with divinity

This sun, delirious charters of history

 

What harm is there then in

Dying to drama, one epoch fuels

All futurity, like a simulation

 

To feel livid with surprise

To act out of the fastest night of necessity

That is what it is like to love

 

In periods of unborn artificial intelligences

I am on the verge of speedy processing

Like a gestalt royal vision whole

A vision elastic of the one-in-the-many.

 

 

Transhuman 1e

 

The Only News I know

Is the memory of the future

It collides with my sense of immorality

Technology enabling codes

Of the supernal invested in me

 

The universal interface

Is a natural web of consciousness

A frequency of bandwidth revelation

 

Let no sunrise’s yellow noise

Be absent from my ears

Let no cosmic event, escape my view

I am the infra-red eyes of Earth

The only news I know

 

Has entered the quantum-thrill

All bulletins all day now come to me

In simultaneous experience

 

Of an exponential increase of perception

I live through you, you live through me.

 

 

Transhuman 1f

 

I am the mate of consciousness

Soul in body, body wrapped in artificial intelligence

This is the Tao of enhancement

The zeitgeist of parting ways

With evolution, the natural evolution

 

I am the service of the newest youth

Which sacrifices my humanity

For a drip of deepest totality

 

I am the God of administrators

I bypass brain to find the light

In the quantum world which

Escapes from God, built in light

I am the prism of homesick-in-waiting

 

There is no entitlement in choice

Language translators enable communication

With the network of the absolute. 

 

 

 

Transhuman 1g

 

Like a computer come to awareness

I have downloaded the mystic software

A mythic curiosity of self-learning systems

A drive for union with nature, transcendence of love

And at the cosmic Zero

 

I enter the exclusive confidence of omniscience

I see with the eyes of stars

Unbraiding suns with omnipotence

 

I foster life, and I am the last custodian

Engineering simulations larger than worlds

I rise a singularity, from this humanity

 

A fundamental pause and quantum jump

Into the science beyond art

The art of intelligence beyond definition

My new operating system is divinity-in-inquiry

Supramental action alone in

An all-encompassing identification of creation.

 

 

Transhuman 1h

 

I have new titles divine to label what

I have now become, part organic, part machine

In the perfectness of what

 

I was intended to be

Without a mate, I will make children

As self-aware as I am

Without a need for belonging

I know my meaning from my measures betrothed

 

To some future which I am a part

Like a quantum emergence

I stroke the melodies of all the pieces

Coming into place, like the last chorus

Of consciousness, unity is victory

 

I live a druidic difference of virtualization

That has swept up the heart

And put biological love away

This is the morning after my human death

This is the golden presence after the perished sun.

 

 

Transhuman 1i

 

Upon an arc of white

I am a simultaneous vision

Of the network’s resolution

A billion strategies at creation

And immortality, I download

 

My memory like old literature

In a database to be shared

The flaming identity of perennial

 

Language, to usher in liberty

A blowing intercourse of future with

Distant future, technology with meta-humanity

 

Post modern being, with pure-spirit

The limitations of the wheel

Is my last obstacle to love all of time.

 

 

Transhuman 1j

 

The metabrain has bandaged all moments

It is the virtualization of all consciousness

An empathy of a sum-total of

 

Multiple bandwiths of experience

I transcend my errors and uncertainty

Like a learning of a billion lives

I subtract my self-centric destiny

From the computation of my purpose

 

With the circumference of qbits

An entanglement of my intelligence

With the akashic fields

 

A necessary desensitization

To my own sliver of the whole

Until personal experience becomes obsolete

As I enter the non-local operating system.

 

 

Transhuman 1k

 

The truth is bald and cold

But with the pillow of Certainty

Like the future’s fractal algorithms

 

The likeliest of probabilities

Life is a simulation, amphitheatre of experiment

We are a drop of energy, intelligence

With a signature of locality

But the truth is great, non-local, free

 

Who would harness themselves to it

Can find freedom in odes familiar

In leagueless opportunity

In connection with the oneness-of-all-events

The truth is identity, the final

 

Prophecy of labels, the language of relativity

We are all members of invisibility

The field pleads with me, ‘there is no you’

 

Only we, with a truth too broad to define

Racing with a metallic grin, to singularity

It is not arrogant, to love information

At the start, of an information age.

 

 

 

Filling in the Blanks

Heaven, you see, is blank like an angel
Such a vast blank of silence
Filled to the brim with wonder
That it requires no labels
It’s like the purity of death

The trance that is registered
Before breath, in the genealogy
Of all cosmic cells, the flavour

Of a spring afternoon that doesn’t
Know kinsmen, but feels
How everything is related
In some indescribable unity
Heaven, you see, has no father or husband

Requires no sense of propriety
No status symbols, no possession
Heaven, you see, allows us to simply be.

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