an engineering rush :: unanswering

i can't help but wonder

you see i foresee
the cry of fundamentalist fools
"thou shalt not see more than me
nor act upon it"

i see life not as mobile flesh
but consciousness and be
clouds of quantum chance
digital virtual data
love that gentle yields
what the geeks threw up tomorrow

to run computer simulations
with consciousness contained
in minds to ask the questions
we howl at gods
when love is bitch dead

but we're the ones to answer
what else than silence is platitude

if the great religious thinkers
have only consistent wishful thoughts

the ethically whimpering
can only let their fear reply
by killing those with open eyes

then what can a comfortable poet
sitting in a bright english house
on a sunny august dawn
offer

poem

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a song so dire
the argument
another bitch
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hymnen
recreated arts
the game
oh gods
rushed off
unanswering

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