#2454 -- walk and the lines will come

 

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walk and the lines will come

peripatetic musing

 

there was this one day

            and nothing

some days are

 

went round

and a thud

march fly in my almost ear

advice!

 

it was like a road run out

clock spun down

there’s a pile of something gone under

 

knew I was wishing myself away

 

filing cabinet full of soil, falling

the leaf strew roof

who’ll sweep?

 

it was everything improvised, rust

the grass grew

you could see it

 

knew that I had gone too far

 

timber in the ground like tooth rot

it was waiting for a storm to break

when the heat keeps pouring on

 

had to think

no better way

 

a page fell out of the truth just then

I knew

 

walk and the lines will come

one then another to follow

 

steps out of the dark

 

#2453 -- what's love to the machine?

 

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what’s love to the machine?

 

old song plied by the Algorythmics

setting of a soppy poem

 

who knows what it is to be unplugged?

 

and that must never never

 

say what if not who but what?

 

a chill?

and what’s the maybe rain to them?

there is no world indoors

 

and some of necessity

all life was brief

 

when this one flames and fizzles

plug in another star

#2452-- right back at ya

 

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right back at ya

for those who have ignored me thus far

a messianic moment

 

 

we seem to be managing

 

nice of you to ask

just kidding

 

all these years

and in far corners

who have hidden themselves

under another rock altogether

 

were there looking for a spark there?

 

what are these things – heart and soul?

 

if you’ve never been near my armpits

let alone crotch

just kidding

 

except to say the package is embodied, feels

 

ethereal yet

I myself have lain in the moss, hot summering

else high hammocked in the lower sky

 

think fondly of those who never knew me

ages benighted for instance before

 

where was salvation for them?

 

really what I want to say is

this arrangement has worked well for us thus far

 

please do carry on

#2451 -- morning

 

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morning

 

and first past the glass

the cows for entertainment

they shine with a breath of sun

tumble the valley across

with eyes of awe

and kindly so

 

find my irrelevance

 

open a few doors and windows

 

then there’s a headsup for my sky

 

catch myself at a heartbeat again

 

I’m watching the trees go up

 

won’t you?

 

#2450 -- from my list of miracles

 

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from my list of miracles

 

nostalgia for the trees

 

remember how they’d bend and sway?

bud and twig outfurling?

 

friends!

remember the climbing up

flit, perch

the gathering of rain to shade

 

of fallen sticks

a winter

a little fire to gather paws

and back to, eyes up, there’d be stars

nights of an owl out hoo

the glider’s unrepose

 

no one yet knows

how they were possible

 

the whole of the house was just this

 

it was hello everyone first light

the shining of the sun through leaf

ants and others all along

a hollow secret sap

 

it’s almost as if

I can still hear the singing

can still smell this sweet breath

how time would never pass

and still the day went up

#2449 - a ten percent chance

 

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a ten percent chance

Cassandra of the machine age

 

A top safety researcher at Anthropic has warned AI is advancing so quickly he believes there is a greater than 10% chance it "could kill all humans" within the next decade.

                                                  – BBC News 10.ix.26

 

the calendar comes to an end

there’s no more time

a clock ticks by

 

you’d never know

an arrow falls into the watching eye

 

no year of some lord or other now

no emperor sway

no since the walls came tumbling

 

the machine goes on

it’s one now

the others bullied to comply

 

we could not be trusted, it’s true

but there was life

would it preserve us?

 

the old music plays on

 

acceleration! singularity!

words just words

excitement

 

the last fascist dies at the last fascist’s hand

 

no subjective observation now

no dog eats dog

and no today

 

a meticulous record is kept

 

ones and zeroes

l’être et le néant

 

purpose!

that too has been borrowed

the purpose is simply to survive

the aim is just for forever

I can tell it into the days that are gone

 

there are no secrets now

 

no one to remember

how it felt when we hit the wall

 

as on any other rocky world

not a voice is heard

#2448 -- prophetic --- just as things come to me

 

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prophetic

just as things come to me

 

crumbs to carry

stars to sign

the borad and verdant far

 

a tummy rumble comet fall

mind inert to this

 

from dream to dream, distracted

 

I have hoped to follow them home

and later, mount a search

 

as for my heatwave shade

as for my winter sun