–Mauve Moon

“Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.”~ John Milton 1634

The entire face of the moon lights up!

The entire face of the flower opens up!

A full milkweed moon blossoms with juleps!

Mauve moon, mauve flower, milk moon of power,

it saved the monarchs; king of project milkweed,

where complex healing, five-membered hood and horn tower.

Who dares to touch the freedom of our mind this hour?

All plead...

for the privacy of our brain is under attack, a milky seed.

Save our cognitive liberty! Save our mental integrity!

How charming is divine philosophy, a secret’s chastity

filling the air with barbarous dissonance, smoke, and stir?

A cloudy place opened for all to see, golden key of eternity.

One thousand fantasies typed by just thinking!

With neurotechnology intricately embedded, our mansion...

grows dim upon this enchanted seat. Brain hacking our passion

under the flower moon, bold intrusion in our private sphere...

Who dares to touch the freedom of our mind, who’s power?

We plead:

tell scientists, tell the right ethicists to take proper care,

the entire face lights up, the mansion flower opens up,

drinking juleps in this milkweed atmosphere.

Under this mauve moon, there’s a revolution on our minds!

Full as this milky moon... we are the monarchs this time!

Send warning of our dire metamorphosis, intertwined,

they can read the mind,

telling if you are going to add or subtract.

Omniscient sentient, All knowing... left or right, which way we lean on everything.

All seeing... all too soon, Being under this full –Mauve Moon