And,
\nso it may be,
\na terrifying birth
\nshall write the end
\nin a molecular shadow.
\nI want the cold fantasy of autumn
\nto cool my fear.
\nWe are children
\ndoing the bidding of the abyss.
\nWe are peeling apart the pages
\nof ultimate dimensions,
\nby nibbling on the wires
\nof neuronal conflagration.<\/p>\n
We should be subdued
\nby the immensity of our poetry.
\nBy the sound of crying.
\nThe intelligence in our souls
\nthat defies its logic.
\nThe universe is fragile in our hands.
\nWe ignore the lattice we are building.
\nThe weapon of our computers,
\nthe artistic power of our electricity.<\/p>\n
We are species inside species.
\nDomino games touching the edge of being.
\nThe crazy man
\nholding up the earth
\nafraid he will drop creation
\nand see it shatter.
\nAt Trinity some said,
\nwe may set the world on fire,
\nbut they exploded Frankenstein anyway.
\nWe are terrifying poets,
\nand we are just beginning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
And, so it may be, a terrifying birth shall write the end in a molecular shadow. I want the cold fantasy of autumn to cool…<\/p>\n