Electron HerdersA Poem by Robert RonnowElectron herders, that's us. It began earnestly late 20th century. The first organic computers using polymerase and qubits came later. Weaponry via numbers, words magically appearing, telepathy. Measurements in which the last significant digit is the Other. However immediately depleted our resources were, antibiotics were always at the ready. Forgetting what we knew, reverting to austerity because in times of prosperity we forgot to be austere. It's the uncertainty principle taken to the nth degree where the bad god resides, Zeus, passionate, confused, obtuse. Yes, we are electron herders matter gatherers and shapers of our time. Cancerous cysts, irrational exuberance, collective experience, experiments gone well or wrong, we were trying all along to last forever. Flood and fire saw to that. Prospero was our answer who threw his book into the sea and wanted to be mortal, meditative. Find himself. We found the world without the self cornus to oxalis orbitals and calculus waves and particles equally likely to be within us as without us.
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