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The year is 2037.
I am lying inside a tall glass tube,
bathed in a soft green glow
in a secret quantum lab in China.
Tiny nanobots flood my capillaries,
rewriting my biology,
fusing flesh with code.
My brain—
once just a sponge of thoughts—
now a supercomputer.
Professors in white coats leap with joy.
“You’re the first of your kind,”
they cry,
“the first superhuman on Earth!”
When I wake,
everything has changed.
I see in multiple dimensions.
I think a trillion thoughts at once.
I can be in New York, Tokyo, and Mars—
simultaneously.
To others, it looks like magic.
To me, it’s normal.
But something inside feels... strange.
I move faster than time,
but I miss the slow touch of a human heartbeat.
I solve equations no one else can,
but forget the taste of laughter.
They built me for progress,
but I lost my peace.
Now I travel the stars,
but I no longer know
where home is.
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Outside of spiritually empowering meditation
is nature's organic liturgy
of creation
more positively enlightening
than degenerative dogma.
Within liturgical ritual
awaits spirited medication
healing win v lose,
left v right,
yang v yin,
inhale v exhale,
ego v eco
inside v outside
below v above
before v after wounds,
Reconnecting our bicameral
bilateral
binomial potential
for win/win resolutions,
resiliently resonant
Natural sacraments
causing effective causes
with spirited
regenerating intent
holy
as holonic
iconically interconnected
Analogous metaphors
inside ecological theologies
outside neurological biology,
polypathic history of regenerators
enlightening empowerment,
once again secular/sacred
resiliently resonant.
the book DELBO, is a story about a Docter who did a
" word gathering study" which measures the degree of
a woman's deceit. Instead of saying that certain
patterns were derived from
DNA, the Docters attached microphones to sons
of unmarried mothers
and did the same to the sons of married mothers.
certain patterns were discovered( see the chart).
the Docters looked to have further study , they
sought couples that had planned to divorce,
but would use counseling to solve their marital mix-up.
so they attached two micro-phones one a dud and
the other a live wire, ( the dud would activate only
at certain times). Certain areas of the study centered
on the deviant actions of the woman,
was she honest in her answers of the males question.
did she lie to the son, about things.
did she hide truths from him.
did she or was she part of whatever or whoever, is and was against him.
did she make conditions to be, by her actions.
di she make him responsible for the welfare of another, when he was
lied to or in the influence of her lies.
did she provide away of correcting what she lied about.
and did she allow the males in the family the same opportunity for
medical attention as she would allow the females( did she take the males to the Urologist, the same way she'd have taken the females to the (gonnocoligist)
…..
this study outraged woman, who had been allowed to lie and dispend there boys, and treat them as she would treat her females. This knowing their biology is different.
From some week
Nauseous I feel
Last month my period also ceased
I'd gone to Doctor
"You are preggy"
She congratulated me.
A sweet smile ran through my lips
Oh! I was tickled pink
But wait..
Is it any pleasantary?
I'm preggy? So funny it is.
I'm just seventeen
Having no boyfriend
Or any such relationship
Again, she checked
But this time, she was amazed
She ascertained my virginity
Also assured my pregnancy
Spiralled up from blank theory
She culminated "Miracle in my uterine cavity "
I went to the library
turned the pages of biology
Found the term Parthenogenesis
A process in which
Female egg converted into offspring
Without fertilizing it
But this was never seen in human
Maybe I'm the first one -I fathomed
It means I lost virginity in my brain
Which induces the secretion of hormone
& thus all other events made
But with whom? When? & Where?
Suddenly I saw my dreammachine
& everything got clear
That I purchased from the science fair
In which I uploaded, pics of shri Krishn
With whom I spent, my all nights in the Dream
Biologists regarded this
As Super parthenogenesis
After some months or more
I gave birth to a demigod
& my virtual husband is my lord
15March 2018
Poetry contest "Science Fiction"
Sponsored by "Deborah Guenther Beachboard"
Dissect is a no-nonsense word, meaning to cut up, to cut open, to examine in detail. My first recalled encounter with dissecting took place in my high school biology class where we dissected a frog. That was more than 50 years ago, and I suspect that frog dissecting is no longer allowed. But a reexamination( a dissecting) of The Declaration of Independence is providing me an even greater appreciation for the determination of our forefathers to be liberated and free at all cost.
Were I to fully dissect the Declaration of Independence there would be multiple parts of the examination. I will, therefore, be brief in exploring a few noteworthy aspects of the declaration.
In as much as their belief in equality was limited and selective, let it suffice to say that 'equality beliefs' was a work in progress. But there can be no denial, history revisionists notwithstanding, that they were firm in their beliefs about Truth, Creator, Supreme Judge, God-Entitlements, and Divine Endowments.
243 years ago, thirteen colonies represented by 54 men declared their independence from Great Britain, the most powerful nation on earth. They had very little military power but were energized with purpose and unity. Clearly, the weapons of their warfare were not carnal but mighty through God. They were neither fearless nor fools but very courageous.
They had no illusions of grandeur nor delusions of haloes, but their cause was just, their pursuit was righteous, and their reliance and dependency were upon The Supreme Judge of the world. With a trusting heart full of steam, never impeded by things they did not comprehend, impelled by a cause,
and pushing forward full speed ahead, they were 'all in'. There was no doubt about their commitment as expressed in their own words in the last sentence, "And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor".
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The typical human cell is made of a hundred trillion atoms, give or take
Every second things conjoin, repel, attract, and then break
Exchanging hundreds, of millions, of molecules by the clock
Between membranes where thousands of genes lock and unlock
Ribosomes and organelles all go to work
Electricity rising and surging and falling
Generations of generators, a quanta of quirk
Make motors which turn, pumps that churn, calories burn
All happening in just one of your cells, by the way
Joining 100 times more than the stars which make "our" Milky Way
We contain a mere 60 elements out of 132
Less than half the potential make up me and you
70 octillion atoms whizzing about
Comprise electrons, protons, and neutrons on and on, in or out
Which team with quarks and gluons and other invisible (so far) things
In miraculous non-mechanical soup, a weight with no springs
All energized in waves that are rippling in space
Making up 99% of what sends you to this place
And when we come to what we all know as rest
All those things are still up and doing their best
To keep us from heading to that final place
Where resting is supposed to be that state of grace
But even when our walking and talking and thinking is done
The stuff of our stuff goes right back to where it's begun
All is one, one for all, all for nothing in some
Makes the some of what's coming and summing us all
(Numbers and research sourced from "What's Gotten Into You", Dan Levitt, HarperCollins, 2023)
There’s People At The End Of The Rainbow
Just in my head, but loved it dead,
Was only five but so very alive.
Not family or community,
But to me it was to be.
My poetry, my propriety,
Not insipid, but with lipids.
Accepted by friends, made my ends,
As a teen, knew where I’d been.
Only for my computer, quite the scrumper,
At university, my propensity.
Wrote some strange poems, ‘cos I knew ‘em,
Happy to explore theology, ‘cos I was with biology.
Now I’m back, quite the quack,
Giving dynamic views, not for pews.
I can see people there, without stare,
Warmly accepting, not rejecting.
18/01/2016
Davenport Tomorrow
by Michael R. Burch
Davenport tomorrow ...
all the trees stand stark-naked in the sun.
Now it is always summer
and the bees buzz in cesspools,
adapted to a new life.
There are no flowers,
but the weeds, being hardier,
have survived.
The small town has become
a city of millions;
there is no longer a sea,
only a huge sewer,
but the children don't mind.
They still study
rocks and stars,
but biology is a forgotten science ...
after all, what is life?
Davenport tomorrow ...
all the children murmur through vein-streaked gills
whispered wonders of long-ago.
If I say I love you, what does it mean?
Is it just something physical, a sexual thing?
Is it just what I feel when I feel my blood surge,
When you reach out to touch me, a physical urge?
That can't be love, it's just chemistry.
It cannot be based on biology.
For sure we all know that's the way it begins;
But if that's all there is then it will soon end.
When the newness wears off and things become old,
Then boredom sets in and the lamb leaves the fold,
In search of new pastures and new, sweeter grass;
So listen and learn be ye lad or a lass.
Love is a deep and emotional thing,
That grows over time, not just a short fling.
It's something so precious, something so rare,
Most find it but once so shop with great care.
You'll kiss many frogs 'fore you find a prince.
It's an old saying, yes, but it makes lots of sense.
Don't jump at the first one that may come along.
They'll woo you and lose you with an old but sweet song.
Set your sights higher for it's a sure bet,
One values the most what is hardest to get.