In a Garden of Smartdust

Nomads. We camped on further reaches

Of days, wounded with frail sleighs

The hard evidence of life was lost on us

We sought meaning in the future

Watching the smartdust come alive

Around us, until our vital signs

 

Were not lost in the dark

They were the floundering fragments

We always dreamed about

Respiration, pulse, heart-rate

Lovers. We tried to love the world

Dismantled was identity, distance

 

In the virtual world wide web

We became antiquity come alive

Full of comic rites, tragic howls

Only bankrupt in how we believed

The abysm of history was now plugged

Into the network of the stars

 

We wished to become shuddering

Orifices of Spring, living a few more years

To predict nano, to clone our highest intelligence. 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I think we are all a little too "plugged in"...sometimes I dream of living in ancient times--maybe I'd be a princess, or maybe I'd be the simple daughter of a Cobbler or something. Anyway, this is probably one of my favorites from you. You hit all the key notes, the writing was strong, and I couldn't find a thing that I disliked. Well done.

[Sympatico]

I liked that I hit key notes you enjoyed!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You put question marks in my head, my friend. :)

[Sympatico]

How so my horse whisperer?

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Oh, Gaia, don't even ask. I might have to go away for a while, to some island or something and think for a while on that one...

[Sympatico]

I'll move to Mars, if you do...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Good idea, we can both die of oxygen deprevation together...sounds lovely...in a tragic sort of way. Before we implode, or start coughing up our insides, I shall read you a poem or two :)