Technosapien

“Between the idea 

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow”

― T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

The pulse of water connects all nature.

Our future is bound to water,

A global network connecting all noeme.  

Our future is the pulse of love.

Beman of the pale blue dot, of wise Galacticus 

Technoself rationale, save lives, gives sight. 

“The creation is good,” said the harsh mistress,

The moon. Reflect beacon on a precipice. Technosapien... 

Your bones are lighter standing in the triangle,

Hollow man of salt from the lachrymal vase born in rage

Washed in blood, once hidden on the deep ocean floor.

We live in mystery in aspiration of becoming.

To unify down generations, neo-anti-hero theories, 

Knowing the environment alters our biology. 

We eat up the stars, perpetual eyes constrained by form,

Wondering will we ever leave our husks behind.

Angels of bright light stirred into the universe,

Bones searching for water in the darkness, 

Born of prisms evolving towards the great O. 

Another year without a summer falls the shadows...