Monday, December 9, 2024

Promises

 Locally observed FTL:

information leaping between synapses

like ingenious fire:

lightning captured in a jar of bone. 

Promises are bestowed on this

canopic shell housing

the one organ the ancients

simply threw away.

Mens sana in corpore sano.

Lift with the mind and the muscle,

flexing youth--

tempting fate.

O mens!

O corpore!

The palace of the mind is a house of cards

atop a badly stacked pile

of chips, and every move

is a gamble 

The problem of physics defies

debugging, and you can't 

fix it with a code

any more than you

can fix mortality

with a gun.

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