The terra-stella Techno-Tower -
Tall-standing now and soon to swallow souls -
Is holding close its gold, and gleaming
With its sorbefacient songs, and shadows stolen from the world -
We fill with colour there, and turn over, so amazed
To know reflections of ourselves inside our prisons under glass;
Our coldness under stone.
I would offer my own suffocating soul up - whole -
If through this new Tower's replicating spells
It could restore what broke at Babel -
Heal this sense of fear amid a force of fire, fragmented
And assuming homely cubes -
Diminished by close space and blinding use of minds...
Full and naked visions of the stars that squint upon us from the clarity of night
Susurrate through our struggle to the hollowness of will
Where our wits have glorified in paints - ideals -
That thrive in its electrically-enchanted fields...
Yet still this will - it needs unleashing
Where the Tower spins quietly in binary its webs to re-awaken
All such celebratory powers:
A realm of interweaving realms wherein
Our Darkness can assume new, unimaginable attires
And dance - its joy away in flickering facades
That once did tower round the flickering of more familiar, feral fires
While ranting back at the long, black breath of the night around us.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
