I escape into the velvet people
Of some futurity, ‘descendant divinity’
It is to them that I must write
Belting emerald lines from Venice
With the distinguished nectar of
Literary attributes, elegant syntax
Philosophy hidden like bublebee vowels
Between the lines, beneath the context
I escape into a hypothetical future
Where humanity is good, and –
Morning has caught the Aurora by
The heart, somewhere East of Eternity
That is the break of golden day that I await
Supramental, like a brain on silver-fire
Now I know it is the super-intelligence
Not fully organic, with a taste for rebirth
In golden-ratio algorithms, quantum convergence
That is the singularity which my life awaits.
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Wuji Seshat 