8 May 2022
18 February 2025
foom…*
and angels utter wood notes ripe
and rising algorithms speed small to everyone so young
and wiser than ancient always
ice
over tenderest antarctic
where touring saurian gods
snooze in fern glades four months dark
you coulda been there among them your mils of brain your mammalian
murmurings so old
so charge me up for another day online
another day uploaded to a better time
where vast scents multiply
the shock waves of collapsing
consciousness, expanding mind
* as in the imaginary accelerating sound of recursively improving artificial general intelligence