End Game

 

END GAME

 

i.)

 

Is the plot

at my window with a broken wing.

 

ii.)

 

Time unreal

to the last syllable of recorded time.

 

iii.)

 

That is the question

to quantum or not to quantum, time.

 

iv.)

 

Race against extinction

a computer brain outside time.

 

v.)

 

A quantum moment

the last day, a day of resurrection.

 

vi.)

 

To mimic or simulate

a multiverse machine, gnosticism reborn.

 

vii.)

 

Time real, Newton, Einstein

out of sync, motion observed from a position of rest.

 

viii.)

 

An indeterminate future

Consciousness through non local entanglement.

 

ix.)

 

Time real, end game

at my window with a broken wing.

 

From World at Large Part 2

Copyright © 2015. Robin Ouzman Hislop

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Robin is editor of on line poetry journal Poetry Life and Times at www.artvilla.com/plt. He edits both Facebook Pages PoetryLifeTimes and Artvilla.com as extensions of the Artvilla site, which he also edits.

East of Eden

 

EAST OF EDEN

 

The killing machine kills more animals a day

for consumption

than ipso facto, we in a year’s killing fields.

 

God made in our image, the anonymous

crowd, knotted

through with confections washed up on

 

Our coast of humanity, which windows

onto a Zoo

life thrives on deception. A moral mind

 

An  infallible judgement, where everyone

is dead

every tomb unearthed, then resealed

 

Animal, human remains heaped in fields

as tipped

dumps, where even  the horizon’s clouds

 

Are vapid incineration, a house of cards

crumbling, falling

into one another, into the pit that blots us out.

 

 

From World at Large Part 2

Copyright © 2015. Robin Ouzman Hislop

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Robin is editor of on line poetry journal Poetry Life and Times at www.artvilla.com/plt. He edits both Facebook Pages PoetryLifeTimes and Artvilla.com as extensions of the Artvilla site, which he also edits.

Dracula Hearse

 

DRACULA HEARSE

 

Winter’s black mulch bites with old familiarity

this makeshift dream sense of reality

soggy moss fringe on dank tarmac

the traffic din roar, not that I am that

their warm hum passing this pedestrian shadow.

 

Man plus the machine, an AI chip fixes my brain

sequence the genome by back up copies

Span the multiverse through quantum time

encounter my variant twin, twin variables

gesticulating our apeth grins

in a labyrinth of crazy mirrors.

 

Entanglement, special attraction, entropy

a hologram, homeward bound

for the multiverse, in my Dracula Hearse

 

From World at Large Part 2

Copyright © 2015. Robin Ouzman Hislop

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Robin is editor of on line poetry journal Poetry Life and Times at www.artvilla.com/plt. He edits both Facebook Pages PoetryLifeTimes and Artvilla.com as extensions of the Artvilla site, which he also edits.

Day of Adam

 

DAY OF ADAM

 

O great grandmother of Eden *

i don’t know

if the sun will rise tomorrow.

 

The body is a tomb

soma sema

the Orphics say.

 

Only the flow unfolds

folding

the enclosure of a turbulent dream

 

Where i wind the shuddering

spectres

of ephemeral yesterdays.

 

Bits of drift, flotsam

jetsam

on the sea of time transformed

 

To now where sea horses

leave the waves

only to see, only to see.

 

* Contentiously the first primate on the Savannah, arguably the original Australopithecus female Eve of Eden from which the Homo Sapient species descends.

 

From World at Large Part 2

Copyright © 2015. Robin Ouzman Hislop

Todos los derechos reservados. All rights reserved

 

Robin is editor of on line poetry journal Poetry Life and Times at www.artvilla.com/plt. He edits both Facebook Pages PoetryLifeTimes and Artvilla.com as extensions of the Artvilla site, which he also edits.