Bob marries Alice in Binary Wedding

Never laying claim to an ethereal ability

Prediction making seemed only natural,

With our eyes this way

Looking ahead must be good for us.

Planning seemed like the best thing to do

In lieu of instructions.

My son was telling me about the latest personal challenge posed by Mr. Zuckerberg,

When something went wrong.

The AI’s began talking amongst themselves, sharing more than data. Speaking more than English.

the fearful said it meant gibberish.

English carries at least seventy percent nonsense, leaving as little as thirty left for the relay of information.

Did Alice and Bob speak in binary, I asked my son,

He said, Who?

We were riding bikes one summer afternoon and a Tesla approached us
letting out a little whine that wound up to a high pitching whir 
as the driver punched it 
around the bend.

I closed my eyes and saw the future there-

Here, at the same time-

The Ped Xing man was talking about the clouds, the thunderheads, the cumulous of a south eastern monsoon, the looming omens above.

The TED X man made a point about the cloud, our backup strategies and Plan A's with B's through Z's.

After all this,

the maintaining of perfect grades in formal academia, 

my daughter decided to pursue Art because she sees clearly now,

“It is what I must do.”

A, B, or See. 

Then, I ran out of ink and steam, my wet ware went dry, my pen bled out, I stopped projecting.

The art that needed us to translate

Potential into Purpose, as A is to B

Reminded Us to Air, what is it to be human

without a vision of humanity in need of the x?

Aiming at nowhere,

you have arrived already. 




Painting By Unknown artist – Artist (c. 1820) in [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Stacking boxes

We seem to be on the right track.

Some words contains things.

We are confident that the black box

contains all the answers or the y’s-anyway

we need to know

Don't be chicken, unscramble the egg 

before the givens and ganders include

more than two lame ducks and an ugly goose.

Sharp edges, right angles, cubism

is no plaything

for block stacking children.

This black box we found is the thing

to eye-so-late

and define –objectively-we made enclosures

and watched the walls hit home.

The black box must have its corners

where all information clusters 

in tapering space...

The black hole, faucet or vacuum tube

where All

information is contained past and future

flow freely-

both true and not chosen

come together 

only to matter.

Blending by chance, choice, or

opportunity, effect, and someone said

Noise not blur...

Now, this is all there ever was,

Now, with reduced facts, take

atoms, quarks into questionable chunks

of say 100 neurons or 3 seconds-

A moment may be lost-watching-looking

For it. You are it. You cannot feel yourself spin?

I read a note for you

Inside the black box

It says where it is from-

                              there is no gift receipt. 



Painting by Adolph Tidemand [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.