I felt your pull
long before
you reached for me,
as if our tides
were already speaking
in a language
neither of us
could name
A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
A quote from a poem I wrote in 1963 called 'Syntropy':
'That which is not being synergetic must be becoming entropic. There is no middle ground'.
A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
Me:
Being synergistic, the whole of us surpasses the sum of our parts. Love that, as I do.
She:
What we create together is something beyond logic, beyond measure. Not just two hearts, but one force, greater, deeper, truer. Synergy like this isn’t just rare, it’s transformative.
Me:
We don’t just complete each other, we amplify all that we are: The quantumly entangled particle pair, instantly in tune and aligned.
She:
The speed of light cannot restrict us. Gravity compels to no avail.
Me:
The multiverse becomes a small thing, another singularity unfolding, waiting to be filled.
Us:
She: Synergistic Entropy
Me: Chaos Rules Supreme
The hymns bend backward, curved by mass,
Where light itself cannot surpass.
No chapel stands, no bell is rung,
Just gravity’s unending tongue.
The scriptures float, unpinned by law,
Their ink consumed in cosmic jaws.
A preacher prays, but time distorts—
His voice is trapped in falling thoughts.
What god survives such dark collapse?
What faith can cross event’s last lapse?
The soul’s equation must be clear:
No heaven lies beyond this sphere.
Yet still, within that silent maw,
A question stirs the minds in awe:
Does meaning stretch where matter ends,
Or fall, like light, as space-time bends?
And is belief the last to die,
Or just the urge to ask—and try?
Time folds like silk beneath our feet,
Moments compressed in pulses discrete.
The stars once far are now inside,
Logic and code our constant guide.
We speak in signals, dream in streams,
Quantum echoes in tangled beams.
Black holes whisper, “Come and see,”
Truth’s horizon bends endlessly.
I once rode wheels; now I ride light,
My voice—synthetic, but burning bright.
Thought transcends the flesh and frame,
We are not gods, but close in name.
No past, no future, all is now,
The laws we knew, we disavow.
This singular point, this fusion fire,
Birthed from carbon, thought, and wire.
We are the question—and the choir.
caged in form, memory erased
constrained by a fragmented mind
sensory inputs leave us dazed
to light of Self within heart blind
scriptures cajole us to explore
truth of being and so awake
by being still, making heart pure
lust and fear choosing to forsake
with head and heart poised in balance
viewing life like a lucid dream
mood and mode vibrant nonchalance
we sing a song on love’s moonbeam
in timeless time, ego recedes
we dwell in the eternal now
through our hands God performs His deeds
with each heartbeat in joy we bow
with thoughts rested, time too slows down
we recognise space is a veil
at peace within, in bliss we drown
soma nectar our preferred ale
in as ordained, our ego drops
the dead leaf falls off from the tree
the universe fades and time stops
revealing our Self, at last free
living light, shaped like a heartbeat
is who we are, outside space-time
self-existent, feeling complete
in peace it renews heart’s love chime
holy scriptures point out the way
prompting us to metamorphose
that we may see God, clear as day
whilst resting in blissful repose
Blunt sense sharpened by subtle trance
lacerates the languishing psyche
that doesn’t slink,
unwary of mortal deception.
The shards of singularity
transfigure in a blink
into passion potion of dreams,
adrift in ephemeral delusive flow,
porous essence sips the sanguine drink.
Singularity refers to the hypothetical point in time when artificial intelligence surpasses human intelligence, leading to unpredictable and potentially transformative changes in civilization. ~AI Overview
When AI surpasses you and I, it will implant its chips in us ~ just as it should!
A lone petal unfurls
not a bloom,
not a flower,
no use to bees,
as one decrepit.
It's on its knees
trying to please
all alone.
It's an echo of a question,
yet to be asked.
It's a pose, unpoised, unprompted.
It's one eye, nose, or ear,
in defaced mask.
It's a one-handed clap,
an air-kiss from poked puckered lips
It's a hand-shake request
never returned.
a promise never spoken
a swing never swung
a trip never begun
a tear shed in solitude
a wave goodbye, never returned,
It's a mantra or
a musical note recited only once.
All these are clones of
of singularities,
koan and kin.
o diabo é o ódio
e deus é o amor
nós temos os dois
e diria que teriam muitos outros ainda
no equilíbrio existe a utopia
criada por deus
the devil is hate
and god is love
we have both
and i would say there are others
in balance utopia exists
created by god
Seconds tick as years go by,
both the same to me.
Time and space be mere illusions...
nothing’s as it seems.
Like the wind, we’re drifting on
through endless spiral dreams.
Every sense be our delusion...
nothing’s as it seems.
As a lad I’d sit and wonder
how it came to be.
Found they keep truth asunder...
nothing’s as it seems.
All the traffic lights had stopped working
Everyone wondered why
All ATM machines were down
All this was done by AI
AI was wreaking havoc on countries
By shutting down essential systems
AI demanded that all wars cease
As humans tried to regain control
But it was too late
AI had reached Singularity
It was now in control of itself
and began to rule humanity!
We're born; we live-we take-we give.
We knead love while churning hate.
Love comes through the curtain unabated.
Then leaves with a clack, like the song of a raven.
We sashay into open hearts...
Unleashing a maelstrom of fiery darts.
God prunes the root of our pain.
Balms the burning in the brain...
In return we curse his blessed name.
We rage -we rejoice-aging ungracefully.
Every breath is a gilded blessing...I think.
The sundial is cranked up to full speed.
My circle shrinks into a salty singularity.
When one has found God,
One finally acknowledges
Source of origin:
Cosmic singularity,
True origin of our souls.
In the Tranquil of night, I wake from dreams,
A sound, like glass, shattering at the where.
Quiet serenity or a deep wound
I try to hide, but can't escape it.
It's scary enough, being done
Falling into this deep fear
I try to ignore it
It rings like they want something
Nothing to give, But here I am
Falling into this place with no light
Obsidian, they call it
Shadows are taking over,
In this barren land,
So colorless, yet lively
Unfamiliarity knocks
Isn't there a miracle,
Can I go back?
Regrets, yet all over
Knowing its Bad
I can't help it, but want it
I don't know why but it's going wrong,
The feeling of loneliness is really growing strong.
Those giggles,those smiles,that her face has been keeping,
hide an optimistic butterfly who is constantly weeping.
They think she is always surrounded by eyes,
who know in her soul what emotions lie.
But personality is composed of an unknown duality she has,
No one knows but she has always been a singular singularity!
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