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Imaginaria

Imaginaria

(insight, sci-fi, speculation)

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Machine Life

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Ain’t devices grand

Until they’re not

And how long is

A generation, anyway

Things work

They slow down

There is no message

Though the problems could be

Indications as they are

In old age

The old age of us,

That is

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Machine life

Oxymoron

Maybe

Maybe with A-I for real

The opposite are nearer

To the same thing

In us all

Man and machine

They (ubiquitous) used to say

But let the women try

All shall be well

As a woman said

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note

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Saint Julian of Norwich

(we ubiquitous do not know her name—maybe her cat sussed it through any sublimation)

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Visitors

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They landed

And found a plethora

Of DNA

On our machines

On the insides

Even blood

Inside

Who were these people, then,

Was soon discovered

Helixes reconstructed

And their features

And their colors

And the shapes of

So many of them

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The machines they talk to

And brought them here

In fact

Shall interpret

And reconstitute

Everything

Planetside

As well as

From the things in orbit

That have been falling

While a few remain

For boarding

Or retrieval

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This was a race

Or races

Many kinds of one race

They covered themselves

For the atmospheres

And seasons

Up to four of these

It seems

They were preventive

Though mostly reactive,

Waiting for a crisis

Then responding

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There might have been those

(translating documents

reshaping the shaping

of their flesh

and all the things they made

for prosperity

or expression)

Who tried in sciences

And arts

To say something

Warn them about

How to live

And what might be coming

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Well,

Library these

Revive some as we can

Or may

They had the rudiments

A-I and androids

We can work off of these

As templates

The name

Many references to ground

And we have encountered

Worlds named water,

Fire, and air

Smoke and fog

Pollution

And clarity

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Prophecy

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Three kinds

I was taught this

I’ve thought about it

(these)

Maybe I’ve done some

Merging

On the inside

All about it, too

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There is the kind

That foretells the future,

Which is the kind

We think about

The most

It seems

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There is the kind

That foretells the present

That tells the monarchs

There is invasion

Here

Or a great fire there

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Then there is the kind

That interprets

The present

With insight

And a voice

That can serve the queen

And should they arrange it

Assist today’s administration

Well

And overall

Overall

And well

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But then prophets

Often get into trouble

Even in democracies

Who are they

Why should we listen

Are they saying

What we want

To hear

Is prosperity promised

And God’s approval

Because God is in our side

Because

We say so

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Go to the launchpads

Go to the modern museums

Enjoy

Be warned

Grow

Live better

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As for disagreements

Or outraged

If not ignorant

(usually ignorant)

Confusion

Well,

Weather that

And try not to burn

The saints

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C L Couch

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Photo by Nathan Duck on Unsplash

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3 Links in a Chain

(x = space)

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3 Links in a Chain

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1

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I slept half a night

That was half a morning

My eyes are strained

(they hurt)

I have a heart test later on

And another to have

On my own

By the next visit

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I feel like Peter Pan

In that

I won’t grow up

Neverland must be nice

All that woodwork

A heaven for Bob Vila

(remember him?)

It might be

On a co-ed trend by now

And so

A better microcosm

I suppose the wireless

Is terrible

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Funny how

Wireless is back

When it was so antique

As a term

For a long while

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A hundred years ago

Or so

It was what the radio

Was called;

I suppose we have both usages

In large part

To Tesla

Thank you, Nikola,

And also for your notion

Of offering the capacity

Free for everyone,

Which would be

Quite

The advancement

Over air

And underfoot

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Maybe that’s my

Secret hobbit name

Mister Underfoot for when

I’m on clandestine

Business

Eschewing riders

Not from Rohan

But from Mordor

Or

The busybodies

By daylight

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C L Couch

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Image by Micha from Pixabay 

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a third poem (3 poems about ecumenicity)

(x = space)

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a third poem

(3 poems about ecumenicity)

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Later in the Day

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All the traditions

I can’t name them

Do you need me to?

Hinduism

Buddhism

Taoism

Jainism

Pantheism

See? there are more

And these are not

The yellow pages

(a reference to a phonebook

of listings in the USA)

Who believes?

Who decides?

No one decides, I think

Though

There has to be veracity

In coming to the table

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The sole, actual criterion

Aside from interest

In community

Larger than

One’s own

(globally large)

Being lack of violent intent

Or practice

At or on said table

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There is risk

In all this, I know

Something precarious might happen

The clean-up will be prodigious

The pan might flash

But given consequences

More so the promises

To ourselves

And the generations following

Risk worth taking,

Don’t you think?

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Meet you there

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C L Couch

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Set Upon the Altar

Set Upon the Altar

(triptych-thinking)

 

 

White Heat

 

Nepal

The top of the world

In a way the Jimmy Cagney character never knew

Top of the world, Ma

The world’s tallest mountain rises

From the Pacific floor,

So I guess the planet won’t be tilting in

One way to favor height

That is, leaning toward a single spire

 

In Sri Lanka, many Christians died

In New Zealand, many Muslims died

At the UNC in Charlotte, learners died

By the end of day, many hungry people will

Have died

I’m not sure we have much reason for

Pursuing zeniths

When we leave so much of the world

In the nadir

 

 

The News at Noon

(Earth time)

 

Attempted murder in Boiling Springs last night

We have too many guns

And by the way, we have too many knives

An arsonist in Lancaster is caught

We have too much accelerant

For those who say, without guns we’ll find

Other ways to kill,

I’d say curb those, too

Register our knives

Keep certain chemistry under lock and key

You think I’m kidding?

We should try it

When something that can kill

Becomes so less as to be special

(and registered),

We will be more mindful

We will think twice:

That can kill, you know

Do I really mean to use it?

 

You see, things will be different

 

 

We Can Do It

 

I make coffee

After sleeping badly

Nothing new

Something has happened to my heart

And I’m still here to

Learn about it

We grow

Is good missioning

I can do this, always

So can you

School does not mean resignation

So says the one who stands upon

The box

It’s only a box

Someone else may have one, too

We can speak, we can listen

We can learn

Judge the world

But don’t condemn

This Property’s Condemned

Cannot work for planet Earth

It’s what we own

Without possessing

And much of it is marvelous

 

 

C L Couch

 

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