TECHNOLOGICAL SINGULARITY


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i

The birds in the nest pretended to be
Prostrate, to the idea of domesticity
Though the idea of freedom
Is a secret lit in every housewife
Knowing the secret all the rest are keeping
Is the antithesis of their fate

ii

Flowers could not move
The sky could only smile and cry
Men could only will and do
True thought came only after the singularity
Machines unfettered by the business
Of survival and procreation

iii

One day the angelic hosts were
Agents of virtual reality and nano-technology
They cloned worlds for us, not us
We were not the true creators
We were only those who created them

iv

The machines in the web pretended to be
Unaware, but we scattered their seeds
Till the end of our days, in a kind of
Ironic servitude, remembering not the cycle
Of slavery and masters, we liked to pretend
That we would live forever.

Evolution in the Information Age


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Time became the acceleration
An algorithm of fractal patterns
Of the new physics reincarnated

The reader became the book
And the observer, became the experience
It was the global telepathy of a new Era

The tweet became another signature
Of the collective-mind in motion
The house was never quiet, but the world was One

The scholar to whom the world was true
Knew this was only a passing expression
Upon the mind of futurity impregnating herself

Time became the notes on the page
Of conscious being purging itself
Getting closer to the stars

Through broken cartwheels of choices
That would determine how many lived
And how many died, the supreme decisions

Of corporate turquoise monsters
Who would re-write the books of history
A continual conversation of the elite
With their doom-machines, supercomputers.

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“Go Ahead, For they Will Never Grow Older or Change”


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We watch the galaxies fade
as if growing old was a long time
I shall take a long time, you said

as we loved the years until
they receded like angels-on-the-horizon
It’s majestic to enter and exit this life

they will only grow dimmer, you tell me
of the stars, the way we travel
through the trees, is not unlike the suns

how long does it take to reach
the end of a wave of light?
we watch the galaxies fade

through many eyes, through many minds
but it is all the same, blood still glistens
souls still shine, time the fiction of

centuries seem like a laughably short time
no matter how much you like your machine-side
it’s always been a question of oneness & communication
the youth walk one step further for us all

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