X & Y
Vectors of heredity
The strong staining
One the original
One the copy
It's all in the packaging
An extraordinary feat of engineering
They form books
They tell stories
But no author?
Come build with me
The gift of eternity
"Your eyes saw even the embryo of me, and in your book all its parts were down in writing, as regards the days when they were formed and there was not yet one among them.” -- Psalm 139:16
Humans engrossed in making missiles,
Signing deals for showing skills
Forgot masks while designing wheels.
And now its real, without ventilators
Reveals all the feel
And Make us repeal,
It isn’t the first time, of ordeal
and yet we don’t appeal
for the freel.
freel=(land of the free )
Oops all of a sudden we are shunning to come out
though our bird by design laughs all the way to Mars.
We don't want to because of a coronavirus bug
but it isn't an alien came out from the far
the monster broke out from our very thin air!
Come, see our space bird the spacecraft
hops up on to the solar world like a breeze
as if flying one tree to the other tree.
Hang on its yet to sing the story
from our epic album of technology.
As it crosses the trap the Van Allen Belt
it goes through like a seasoned pro
and blinds the moon on the first go!
Oh amazing what it sees on the next mo
a man-made bird in Mars landed its foot.
Our space bird spreads the wings
far from the Moon from the Jupiter
tweeting from our science pages at par
from the planet after planet raising the bar.
But now all stay home it's risky to walk far
perhaps we forgot the unseen hole is deeper
what's lurking nearby then the black hole afar.
Where the moon lits candlelight isn't by the stars
far from venus over the sea is closer to us!
A special selection
Death by design
The craft of seeing
What could be
the architecture: our design, our formulation
we design as we go along.
plans develop themselves organically.
somehow, we formalize, organize spontaneity.
learning-as-we-go, ourselves teaching each other’s selfs.
celebrating, locating our tangent intersections,
plotting points on the X Y axes of us.
labelling our quadrants,
past, now, planned but yet-to-be,
the unknown unknowns,
all upon blue lined graph skins.
a formula of a celebrated curvature, two unknowns, solvable, we are quadratic.
the precise precious precarious solution,
a single square root,
that intuits the wee of our
our solution is annotated for all
mathematicians as the
square root of us.
somewhere in the internals
There’s a universal substance
And it’s moldable and smart
But it needs to have a pattern
For the shaping power to start
Yes, it needs to have a template
A kind of outline or design
For this thinking stuff to cling to
And build your world and mine
I’m glad the pattern I provide
By the thinking of my mind
Is the template that is needed
For my world to be designed
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Cryptic clues lead to the jewel
Free to exchange
Man will be paid
Arms stretch afar in this digital age
Informed design as heart crosses mind
Few and far between are inside of a dream
Where have we been
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Life is just a joke,
And if you take it too seriously,
The joke is on you.