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TrajectoryLaunched from the silo of the womb,Controlled by initial guidance, everyone'sAbandoned to fly ballistic - we assumeA calculus of fate with course corrections.Since every worldly force evolves a form,A parabola describes our invariantResultant path, compulsion to performThe Now as the asymptote at a moment -Our trajectory approaching infinity.Engorgéd youth, ascend in expectation –Collapse in age, secrete a meager droplet.Buffeted by chance and choice, the gravityOf death, despite intense determination,Again will kill our hopes to rise to orbit.
StratigraphyA layered section through the tell of the mind,To sort the strata of a buried past.The broken walls of old defenses bindUs in a dungcairn we will not outlast.Unearth the psychic potsherds, sleepless nightsOf votive offerings in the caves of fleece.The glowing rubble of futile dreams, insightsFrom artifacts that promise endless peace.Tell us about the man who left the palaceAnd its smoky light, who sought the wayTo learn about himself, impetuousTo regain his vanished past without delay.The cryptic sequences inscribed in ruinsPortend what he must learn to read as runes.
FoolscapThe page once folded, remains - never to beUnblemished, the paper's grain never to regainThe purity the print conveyed to me.The written word creates a permanent stainUpon the brain, a pewter palimpsestConceals the tangled history of the mind.The name below the title echoes the questOf those forever mute who are unsigned.The flash and gaudiness of cyberspace -Computer words can be as often scrapAs the untrodden route to inner space,So little time for patient nibs on foolscap.Our virtual poems inscribed in minusculeCan reconstruct the world in majuscule.
Web ShamanThe ronin building labyrinths of iconsFlying the web's collage of liquid lightThat summons us to quaff its frantic photons,Its soaring travesty of tunneled flight.The shaman of the fractal paradigmInscribes incantations only the arcanelySkilled may deeply read in virtual time,While shards of holograms contain ungainlyPalimpsests of pixels. Syntax hacksForging their hyperlinks in cryptic words,Scriveners of the void, a vulgate that tracksThe vibrant neon space...ellipses and surds.He seines the depths for images - mind hacking,To curdle chaos into clots of meaning.