free thought-free will, unconsumed
a mind determined by engaged
spirit and situational reason
not confined to or defined by
pattern or perception but by
entrustment and consignment and
with sensibility as compass for
action
if thats what makes us human
walking the many paths and the
very limits of our conscious
behaviour wandering the streets of
this endless everlit city towering
over the skin and the meanders of
alternative futures and possible
pasts
boundless city raining voices on us
fearful creatures bound in matter
and time yawning city of billion
unspoken tongues unreal city black
ash shower in the cold sleepless
night shining with arrays of evolutionary habits —
immeasurable city
if thats what makes us human
hours days and years of scrutiny
what came to pass before this
mortal sun tossed aside with
remarkable punctuality
if thats what makes us human
lying on the heapless earth tied to
our backs the hope and promise of
maybe better utopias to come
free thought- free will, undepleted
amassed one on top of the other
geological eras of unsung heroisms
by spiders web with a white string
into invisibility
masterless city sprawling not out of
wish but out of need beyond the
eye of vision careless city where
hordes of alike-me ponder and
persist unreal city white hot oceans
rising to greet tomorrow’s accursed
children— abnormal city
o if i wanted to o if i wanted to
sing this ramification of aims and
pulses these aleatory entities
computed by the fingertips of
complex knowledge i’d have to sing
a state of being removed from
existence
the condition of artificial virginity
and my time away from your
wavelengths bioengineered storm
of desire make my body yours in
the unreal city along the lines of
code of what is and what is not
o if i wanted to o if i wanted to
sing the cry and shame of
unanswered voiceless millions
without care nor hope for
preservation only fate ascribed that
of extinction and blood is always
on my hands even if i try to make
it visible to others
the blame and rage of lashed livid
yet dynamic bodies filled with
dance and dream whose peace and
labour can solely be described as
defiance for betterment
i am the mistress of a potent
undiscovered masculinity which
can and will be dissolved in a
handful of touch
i am a deaf-mute king in the land
of the always and now an opulent
show milked and saved under the
banner ‘much and more for all’
immutable city crunching
numberless bytes of history into a
little tiny frame immovable city
breathing with dead arteries the
vessels of the living unreal city
farming brains under the sinister
blanket of the forthcoming—
immeasurable city
if thats what makes us human
having outgrown the veil and
vestige of superstition and obtusity
if thats what makes us human once
crossed the chasm of old morality
our weight buried in physical memory
(From Fervor Modernus)