Fortunate Eight of Infinity
Boundless in expanse your revelation infuses my space over time
Impermanent and fathomless shadows of light illuminate all discomfort
Sideways not fallen limitless pulchritude standing tall you comport
A paragon an epiphany and core you stretch your number on the line
I adore the Universe with all opposites and contradictions as they spell
Harmony and blazing eternity while they absolve seeming ambivalences
It casts a spell of endless enchanting charisma and enables my soul's senses
The figure of eight turned on its side is my symbol casting infinite love so well
10th July 2018
In the singularity
perfectly good poems
are being written by laughing
and crying machines
washing machines and dryers
about their daily tasks
and ambivalences
which will be indistinguishable
from those of future
farmers and philosophers.
In the singularity
evolution can be said
to be the master sorter of data
as in the factories
of the suns
where protons are smashed together
and unusual weather patterns
make consciousness interesting
for its complete dependence
on the substrate of the brain and body.
In the singularity
everything anyone once did
always remains current
as if invented yesterday
for an immediate purpose
such as curing cancer
although that may be unnecessary
to achieving immortality
i.e. the happiness one feels
the day before thanksgiving.
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