Hurtling at a breakneck clip
Towards extinction
Mankind’s Goodship
20 petaflop processing
Titan, coolly calculated
Unnamable gluons
This 29th of October
2012,
Monday the Singularity was born
Then died
Glimmering its final blip
Glup glup glup
Into the great unspoken silence
Drop
ping
Fizz rises to the top of
Stillness
A dark shadow rises over us looming
Like mute juggernaut lumberjacks
Dressed in sirens
Or blue whales or
A moth
That’s lost its way
Somewhere between Iceland
And Antarctica
Not obscurantist
Darker
A burlesque sky
A black limp
A seamless light
A whispering bench makes
Sibilant clicks
No one alive
To hold their breath
(exhale)
Waken
To the knife in your back
)inhale(
Fog on the mirror means
Give thanks
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