May 2023
In this age of instant gratification and expanding hive mind at our fingertips,
A 2D projection of the whole world is turning into one location .
These are the purest forms -
Untortured by corporeality .
These are the shadows at the back of the cave, if ever there has been .
With all of this here to observe and ponder ,
It would be disservice to ignore the nature of these tools -
This evolving human state
Man
Made
Man
And
The making has never yet
Stopped .
We may yet falter at the edge of the colliding tectonics /
Be crushed by nascent peaks /
Be swallowed by the sundering seas and cast into new abyssal reach
We may yet
Break apart into scattered pieces
At the cusp of escape velocity /
Disintegrate into nothing more than a debris cloud /
Serve only as a dusty web of obstruction for others who may come later to bat
We may
Become a spiteful
Net
That’s wrapping around the globe and the greatest artifact of all of our failures -
Ugly poltergeists looking only to hold back the light /
We may seek others only to
bring them down to our level, such that our memory doesn’t
Get
Left behind.
Or
we may hone a deeper focus
And a wider gaze of what Home really means
We seem to be afraid of knowing -
Of being .
We numb ourselves into perfectly manicured stupors ,
Cast roles for ourselves and the rest of the world such as to frame ourselves as victims of our very existence
How are we to know without knowing?
How are we to decide where to step without map of our footfalls?
If ignorance is bliss -
Then omnipotence must be a more supreme form of
Agony
Than felt ever before.
Yet here we find ourselves
Wanting both :
Seats at the pantheon - and also the kind of
Guidance
Offered to children.
Many
Demand it, even.
Demand everything.
What lowest common denominator
Will define us?
Shall we slumber
Ever
Again?
Shall we deserve to?
How will we recognize and be
Recognized?
How will we love?
Who will be worthy of such love?
Who will we dare to say are truly unworthy?
How much time do we have left to
Decide?
Here.
Now.
We.
A 2D projection of the whole world is turning into one location .
These are the purest forms -
Untortured by corporeality .
These are the shadows at the back of the cave, if ever there has been .
With all of this here to observe and ponder ,
It would be disservice to ignore the nature of these tools -
This evolving human state
Man
Made
Man
And
The making has never yet
Stopped .
We may yet falter at the edge of the colliding tectonics /
Be crushed by nascent peaks /
Be swallowed by the sundering seas and cast into new abyssal reach
We may yet
Break apart into scattered pieces
At the cusp of escape velocity /
Disintegrate into nothing more than a debris cloud /
Serve only as a dusty web of obstruction for others who may come later to bat
We may
Become a spiteful
Net
That’s wrapping around the globe and the greatest artifact of all of our failures -
Ugly poltergeists looking only to hold back the light /
We may seek others only to
bring them down to our level, such that our memory doesn’t
Get
Left behind.
Or
we may hone a deeper focus
And a wider gaze of what Home really means
We seem to be afraid of knowing -
Of being .
We numb ourselves into perfectly manicured stupors ,
Cast roles for ourselves and the rest of the world such as to frame ourselves as victims of our very existence
How are we to know without knowing?
How are we to decide where to step without map of our footfalls?
If ignorance is bliss -
Then omnipotence must be a more supreme form of
Agony
Than felt ever before.
Yet here we find ourselves
Wanting both :
Seats at the pantheon - and also the kind of
Guidance
Offered to children.
Many
Demand it, even.
Demand everything.
What lowest common denominator
Will define us?
Shall we slumber
Ever
Again?
Shall we deserve to?
How will we recognize and be
Recognized?
How will we love?
Who will be worthy of such love?
Who will we dare to say are truly unworthy?
How much time do we have left to
Decide?
Here.
Now.
We.
