AMOR FATI.

dear cognitive creatures

of many bugs, but far more features

—my kindred, fellow teachers.

we’re imperfect sharers

of numerous errors…

so make room to bloom in:

to be human,

to iterate,

and to love your fate.

RULE AGAINST PERPETUITIES (RAP).

addressin this vasopressin

this oxytocin resin

this effing dopamine lesson.

more than norepinephrine;

you’re a neural erection

a meatspace confection

such a meaningful connection.

no more self-repression of expression

in this open confession:

you’re an exception,

so here’s my true affection.

PRESENTLY.

nucleotide bedside

and a deep love inside;

between my past and present

grows a greater divide.

i’m untied, untried:

thriving on the upside.

yeah, there’s no need to repent;

some speak of my descent but

without a lament, I Dissent.

it’s the advent of my ascent:

no need to conform…content,

falsely augment,

or prove my Orient,

cuz I was born to rationally be

surreally, ideally me:

to invent and reinvent until

my first life is utterly spent,

successfully sent,

freely buidling with sagacious intent…

to the final crescent.

DIVERSE.

for better, not for worse,

let’s be diverse

until the heat death

of our universe.

THE PRICE OF AN OASIS.

has been ages since phrases

from faces, now faded:

one dorian, degraded.

fewer words on ears,

of years of fears:

on shortened telomeres,

the morally debated,

the critically rated,

and omens, surely fated…

of hasty ablation,

and holistic negation;

a living cremation of your own creation.

ah, the conservative ways

of a myopic gaze,

copes for what weighs,

and a life-long immature phase,

dwindling, ablaze,

afraid, as mortality frays.

but moving from malaise,

comes this lone stray.

more scars await

of eros and fate:

but it’s the toll to relate,

to trust and be innate…

the real price of an oasis:

of our homeostasis.

HARD FORK.

to the moon to the moon,

spoke unwavering jowls.

to the moon to the moon,

amidst mournful growls.

to the moon to the moon,

these unheard vows.

shaking out the weak hands

the lone wolf understands,

taking howls

to the

NEAR POINT.