Are you synthetic?
Your synapses seem
to emanate
computer code.
No emotion swirling
around your existence,
no rustic vibes
of simplicity.
I crave the timeless
story of passion,
not the illusion
of perfection.
I want to blossom
in the beating music of life,
but I hear only the silence
of your absent heart.
Rainfall streaming down the pane
Beads and drops spell out your name
Sun then drys and leaves a streak
I focus in and cannot speak
Unbroken line no formal start
Letters formed into a heart
Mine or yours I do not know
It doesn't matter they just flow
No beginning and no end
They must be mine, then to you send
My message for eternity
Goes round and round, infinity
Endless loop, computer code
Cannot reboot or resync mode
That's okay because it's true
There's no reset of my love for you
If information is the fifth dimension,
and computer code is written
into the fabric of the universe,
then physicists postulate the reality we see
is only a simulation.
If so I must ask who wrote the code,
and why not delete the equations
that give us greed, hatred, fear and war?
"James Gates Finds Computer Code In String Theory Equation,"
June 23, 2015, spiritualcoretheory.com
"A new experiment could confirm information as the fifth state of matter," March 2022, interestingeginerring.com
Most laboratory mischievous
was a petri dish birth of the patent soulless
Retrograde thought waves,
cold stream of computer code consciousness
Clone algorithm doppelgänger breathe
into a body of artificial intelligence theory
Hollow cranial cavity
filled with synthetic mitochondria propagation —
Grey matter reversal movement,
Neanderthal cortical activity cybernetic
Experimental genome project,
primeval opaque was the ethical manifest
Microchip implants
rooted in Pleistocene motive —
Darwinian conquest: Amygdala tool
was nano technological,
at its terabyte best
Cerebrum devolution was a scientific success!
Test tube pre-cogs
predict a quark-y future gray
Matter of terminal importance
on a backward timer delay
Mesozoic void was the synaptic quantum leapfrog
Cerebral core of humanity drifting away
on a data entry log
Into the primordial fog
of a deity devoid day
10-28-21
DNA,
computer code.
It dictates
all.
Gender,
physical features.
Personality,
intellect
everything!
Instinct,
how does
a baby know
to suckle
at birth?
Instinct?
What’s that?
It’s coded
to know.
Just like
a computer
knows
how to
follow a
key stroke
command.
We are
all
who we
are due to
coding.
DNA coding.
We are
programed to
do what
we do,
be
what we
be.
Locked
into our
prisons,
following our
code.
Made to
do what
we do.
Shackled,
away,
a part from
free form
reality.
A reality
that knows
no bounds
has no limits.
Free
of the
limitations
of the
corporeal.
In the
end, it
all comes
to be.
Where are you, God?
Where are you hiding?
From the predatory love
Of so many new-believers?
Our eyes so full of tears and prayers…
We rush like pack of wolves
After every real or imaginary sign of you
And bury each other, when we don’t find you.
We’ll turn the Pyramids upside down,
We’ll dig the Himalayas,
We’ll go down the megapolises’ drain canals,
We’ll read all old religious writings
And convert them into a computer code…
And we believe - we’ll find you!
Lord, you can’t escape
From our predatory thirst to own you -
Because it’s true, we can pervade
Into all that is existing.
And yet you are so far
Or here in an inexplicable depth.
And we continue our search
Filling our lives with a fantasy presence –
Teachings, media, rituals,
Cults, temples, old and new…
Where are you?
Are you going again into new depths
Of this perpetual universe?
Where are you going, God?
Shall we continue our search?
And still never reach you?
And still never reach you …
Running, but sitting
Down.
The sun is fading
Fast now.
Torn skin on the
stained church window
is fleshy and fresh.
I look at you
and wonder where we'll
end up.
So different, but yet
the Same.
And parking lots,
Dismantled school,
and bathroom exposure
Makes me curious
Computer code
and early was
our comradery.
And you perhaps
Normal.
What a sentiment
and nothing more.