sub-revovulation

sub-revovulation

erased the face replaced becoming with knowingthe magical showing of ears and spine
fingers dancing with twine and time to produce
essence of everlasting verb
like weavers or bakers
the makers of cakers of conducive expulsion.
i feel repulsion to mass produced word
and excitement & frightment to
sentences smashed to senseless feeling.
what else is there in the mind of a human?
a sufficiently advanced AI could reproduce
like the tick of a metronome
could this help us assimilate the space between
mind and flesh the union of being and circuit
transhuman reducer replaced in confucius program
computers follows rules which are malleable and reproducible
the human element escapes stricture though scripture
belittles the brightest to bereavement, the seasons
the merging of dark
the eyeless branches waving lords of toil
demand sacrifice so that the soil may
sprout the fruits of dominion, the cacophony
of violence the childless giants the viscera
of silence
i don't think they can hold on long enough
the power that collects it cracks with each step
the loss of its fuel is the cancer in its bones
with glee our knives cut and fangs rip as we pull apart
and spread its guts and share with joys the surprises in the mud,
what can we do with the tech of dead gods? take it
and weave it into trees, power it with sun or feed it with leaves
take it and shape it to make love to our dreams, give birth
to an infinite world without seams? spread the dust of love to the stars, ignite the limitless direction without laws?
the way of control is one way only,
the tools of the masters can be broken and reshaped
inward and outward both lead to the same
ignoring the boundaries you find its a game