Grumpy & Defoliated
Self-aware quantum computers
and journeys to distant star systems
lie half-hidden in the ground, in the mountains,
in seas & lakes,
awakened in places we call brains
The world is what we imagine;
the world is what the world imagines itself to be,
from necklaces made of shark teeth & log floating
to energies that carry us
to the countless places of the universe,
perhaps to that maternity ward we call the Big Bang,
which might be one of countless falls
through the birth canals of black holes
The future leaks from the pens;
the ink shapes itself into wars & medicines
in the Cosmos' cheerful surprise at itself
In the brains, stories gather momentum,
and in the stories, reality grows
The mind breaks free,
the scalp itches,
the body resists,
and the day rises grumpy
and defoliated
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-09-29 at 11:01
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