Neuroscience is here. Now,
as you read through the piece,
whatever year may be,
consider the poetry
in my child's ignorance
and make beliefs.
It's as if every connection snapped
when my brain said goodbye.
Daily, nightly doses of elsewhere;
wherever the great wave takes me.
Are there new channels I could frequent
to cross the dementias divide
of our biologies?
Shall we grow into Earth
to be songs of gods
and plunder of sinners?
In entropy's defense,
I am not their age of warrior;
I am not this kind of *human;
sabotaging evolution is not my game.
Of drones,
these thoughtless Things,
they've not this network;
these tendrils sapients have made,
They snap when we sleep.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
Neuroscience is here. Now,
as you read through the piece,
whatever year may be,
consider the poetry
in my child's ignorance
and make beliefs.
It's as if every connection snapped
when my brain said goodbye.
Daily, nightly doses of elsewhere;
wherever the great wave takes me.
Are there new channels I could frequent
to cross the dementias divide
of our biologies?
Shall we grow into Earth
to be songs of gods
and plunder of sinners?
In entropy's defense,
I am not their age of warrior;
I am not this kind of *human;
sabotaging evolution is not my game.
Of drones,
these thoughtless Things,
they've not this network;
these tendrils sapients have made,
They snap when we sleep.
I'll do a second draft of this sometime.
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