and angels utter wood notes ripe

and rising algorithms speed small to everyone so young I thoughtthoughtthought

(and wiser than ancient always


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


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