Showing posts with label singularity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singularity. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

One and done


A singular point pierces the edifice of air,
a stone ruffles the feathered water in strands
where the wind was whispering aloud
and bodies bending above were
leeched into the one minuscule slit.
Pulses race under this repulsive pulling force,
heat escapes by each breath projecting into liquidity
and bulging beams charge forth in banded arrays
fractured from nothing, All
excited by this culmination
we found ourselves somewhere in there
catching glimpses with eyelids
necks lace this track, our spine compresses,
humidity falls, beads babble over boulders in
broken brooks under black light or water and space
pulled from the mountains sleeve
pinches time, a shroud of silken sky
glistens with age, a blink of life, a volume of light,
reaches its diurnal destination,
recycling motes in elliptical orbits.





Photo By Ingolfson (Self-photographed) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Pandora's Jukebox


Unlimited Skips,
offered Pandora’s jukebox,
my father would cringe at the threat
to his precious vinyl.

Alas, the Narrative has changed.
All is story without plot, idle fancies
and frankly, too many flat Stanley’s.

The fear of the Singularity
exceeds all ego. We are working on it.
It was being built with zeros and ones,
We made it already, collectively, our
demise of reality. 

Speculate non-fictive for a moment, 
we could and did, rewrite beginnings and endings, 
bringing us to this very event horizon, 
which dips down in sheer data weight
and plunges into a black hole 
by basic filtering. 
Not a platter disc, or with grooves going down
into a white dwarf rabbits den, 

Then again-Just play with it Sam.
Electric hat tricks, inside sleeves, 
static sings and scratches ears, 
signaling deftness, 

a rough hand and some callous-
manipulation of ideas.
As though alternate forms for information
without any human connection should not short 
out, being illegible. This also computes null
as Equality. Yes and No.

As with All things being equal,
the volume grew, 
we all screamed, hollowing out
room and grew all consuming, 
devouring these data shells up-time

until all transfers
are made complete
in clouds.

How high Unlimited Skips registers 
and subscribes me to this ad-free
subtractive totality, 
breaking records in cycles. 



Painting by Halfdan Egedius, 1896 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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