froooom…1
and angels utter wood notes ripe
and rising algorithms speed small to everyone so young I thoughtthoughtthought
(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 I thoughtthoughtthought))
so charge me up for another day online
another day uploaded to a better time
where vast scents adversely multi
ply
the manifold beams shock wave shaped collapsing consciousnesses
of yours and mine
1. as in FROOM as in the imaginary accelerating sound of recursively improving artificial general intelligence