I have a dead weight inside me

Which I carry around all day,

It often tries to kill me

And it won’t go away.

I send this freight’s immensity

To the centre of a black hole;

Retracing the wandering journey

Of my wandering soul.

Mine is a grave singularity,


It contains a huge mass,

In an infinitely small space:

A density — gravity — immensity — interface

Locked in space-time,

Curving towards the fault-line,

Where the laws of physics cease to be.

This is where time elongates

Into images of me.

In the old world of clock-time,


A technological singularity,

An artificial ‘superintelligence’,

Not random, not designed,

Is a means to trigger 

The technological expansion of the ‘mind’

Resulting in an altered human state

Such a fucking malign re-ordering of fate.



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Martin Elder

Mon 20th May 2019 20:11

Science is a complete mystery to me but you have crafted this so well.
Nice one John

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