It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions.
Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the whole story, or was most of it hidden from our perceptions? Increasingly questions were being asked. Are we alone? Do we live in a computer simulation, a Matrix? Is there a Multiverse? Parallel dimensions? Quantum mechanics suggested the underlying substructure of reality was just probabilities.
What does that even mean? Are we even bright enough to ask the right questions?String theory, M theory, the theory of everything! What! The Singularity is near, post humanism, immortality. Will people learn to live together or tear each other apart? Are we on the cusp of a golden age or a nightmare? Utopia or dystopia?
Will we ever know the truth?
Yet to be determined
Categories:
substructure, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
"MATCH LIGHT IN DAYLIGHT"
Sam Kinisin had laryngitis
the yellow brick road was checkered
a child stands in the corner
for punishment
the woman in glasses screams
at 8:53 AM
I save the girl
from drowning
and she tells me
I owe her one
the observation wheel spins
while the soldiers invade the beaches
black men hold leaf blowers
white men stretch out red tape
and the uneducated Chicanos
fight blindly against tyranny
she wants progress in
her building blocks
I hold trepidation as she
forms her substructure
we bump in our cars
until the day we decide
to use them for travel
I'm torn between
breaking your neck
and throwing you
down the stairs
the roof on the church across
the street needs repairing
make a phone call
call a wrong number and talk
drown yourself in you
God has given you a hug.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
Categories:
substructure, beautiful, birth, city, deep,
Form: Free verse