Instead of foraging around making connections with cables and wireless systems that bluetooth and sync their way into our pocket technologies and portable screens
(tablets of which we self-prescribe and regulate through overdose and comatose keenings of stillness and waking dreams)
why, instead don’t we fool around making connections with others of like mind and brainwaves instead of radiowaves and the mastered minds of computer waves and lift an arm and really wave beyond our windows to real people in real time rather than peeping like a holographic Tom through tabs and browsing windows, multi-tasking time in a state of mime like it’s about to expire
(like the wireless wires will break)
and all that we’ll have is all we can physically take from this moment awake we call ‘life’ – a mistake.
What else is left now in this vegetative one man one woman state where we live to close our eyes and shut our minds and wait for the modem-router to re-dial and get our avatar back online and our friends back into our multi-dimensional realer-than-time time?
Pseudonyms solving identity changes emerge without birth with designer non-faces, as now that we no longer need imperfection or meaning or privacy or even perception we alter ourselves to impress our connections with whom we connect without really connecting by hiding as one almost nearing detection and tip-toeing straight past concern or reflection
(invisible firewalls at our protection)
our own walls around us with keys we can capslock, screening ourselves from unfriended friends, and playfully sated by charm and ‘pretends’ that will mean next to nothing when fantasy ends.
Where ARE the connections we make in this digital age that we rarely turn off since the internet craze has become a new God that we dial to be saved as we sacrifice friends we once made face to face with those we are longing to meet as we race across networks with hunger and haste and with spambots and data and viruses made to detect and infect and reject, just for starters, and that’s not to mention the ads and the logins and passwords that lock us from somewhere far yonder that doesn’t exist as we grow ever fonder of pics and of pixels and texts of expression – the reality of which we could lose in a second.
Angels hailed that solemn hour The breath of man transferred To machine, a little more Each decade, until Bioeugenics, discrimination
Against organics, the weak Without cognitive implants Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire AIs owned stocks, corporations Became the property of supercomputers
Concede then the victory, old humanity To your children, not your natural heirs But the inheritors of your ruin Of your bioweapons, Ebola Of your hypocrisy, climate change
Of your wealth seeking, inequality Not yet my son’s distracted eyes Could meet his fate among the Congress of Quantum entities These were the turning years
Where man’s destiny ended The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans And the monopoly of a more Advanced civilization breaking away From the old, evolution’s funny Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise To the transhumanistic philosophers.
Where did you read what you heard? To be truth or may be slow lowered fringe word from a deceitful and purple sinking sun? Mirroring my hurt just as a dream would turn nightmare. Will you please join with me? For you, black, far and fleeting figure would I break my legs to injure my flesh all to have you back but I've become the air
in my push to remain Earthly me.
Ghosts won't curse time as you soon won't find substance clearly soul. I embrace this clear fated descent as my hands that I've tied close while evolution unfolds.