Part 1.
Semiconductors
conduct and insulate,
Insinuate the new,
incinerate the old,
Speed on speed.
Batons beat faster
than they ever dared,
Beat slow steppers
into submission.
Victory measured in megahertz,
is the coin of this realm.Computers , who are fruitful
but do not multiply,
Speed us beyond thought.
Neither do they fret,
nor weary us with unwanted chatter.
With this new ignition key
We speed forth,
like Hermes on the highway,
Glibly solving mysteries
and rewriting social history.
With our social graces in glasses,
we glibly toast the new.
Like laser band firebrands
we create speed
And regale the world with sparks.
With our new principle,
we feel invincible.
Not on our shoulder,
Our chips connect to the sockets of time,
their prongs poke the spokes
Of the wheel of rebirth --
We can shut this mother down.2. Once a labyrinth within a penitentiary,
Organic matter is now freed
of process
To become stainless and steely.
Touched by humans who touch
silicon for speed
Mother earth is made
organic free.Calculations proceed
at breakneck speed,
As the order of things
get understood and unwound,
Like Prometheus unbound.
Things will not sink us,
inchoate,
With our dreams intact,
For we can rise,
despite our broken backs,
Reclaim our birthrights
from nature's hooves and claws,
From misbehaving storms,
or misbegotten genes,
Will Plato’s Sun crash through
the walls of the cave
And smash our premises and fantasies,
like protruding ancient follicles?Like children of fire,
we flare everywhere,
Flail and feel
that we cannot fail,
Invincible,
with our newest principles.With no speed bumps
to slow us,
Speed presses us down,
to the pedal we are bound.
Is there a fatal flaw in our speed?
Humans speak,
and systems crash,
Like flares from Plato’s cave.
No resting electrons
to rust away,
Just old specs,
Communications broad band,
Banded with our excesses
and idiosyncrasies,
Brand us,
Pro Pell our chatter
past airwaves
Onto starways.Our words send
cheap thrills
Past expensive space ships,
that proceed us (seeding us),
And fall
like space dust
On our journeys
to and from the light.Will our words
wound us,
Or wing us to where
Cosmic super strings
touch us,
And nudge us on,
conscious of our origins.
Will our listeners say
That this species had a genius
to make things unright?A slice of big bang,
We should remember
that we are spliced with the dust of stars
That can carry us (carrion us)
Past our mission here,
our missionary position
Of head strong thrusting
into the wrong places.
Our technology outstrips us,
strips us down,
Then, outsources our morality
to the highest bidder.
4. Our faculties have a flare
for prolonging our lives,
And increasing our power.
People await new milestones
like miracles,
To free the manacles
from the longings of their choice.
Will we enter cryogenic boxes
To be let out
and lit up,
As lighted beings
once more,Or will we be propelled somewhere new,
as someone else,
Mechanically resuscitated,
invigorated
reincarnated in new flesh and steel,
genetically perfected,Desire bodies reinjected,
Ready to seek new debaucheries
or subtleties,
To give our longings
new faces?
5. As things speed up,
Will there be more accidents,
class dislocations,
Continental shifts,
Viruses in wormholes,
Or other stalkers in celestial
corridors,
Looking for a break?Will we improve the world
or wound it with our tractors,
We who've put the world in traction,The wheel of rebirth
will not tarry,
No carry us less helpless than before.
Though pushed for speed,
by its budding principle,
Brightest student,
Who feels no temerity
at higher mysteries,
We can be beaten down
by nature’s hooves and claws,
By misbehaving storms
or misbegotten genes.Can we readjust our strategies
to the higher stratospheres
From which we came,
Mixing star dust
with seeds that lie fallowTo produce higher wisdom?
Part 2 To be continued??
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