Antennae


In adjusting our antennae,
what lengths will the waves of continuum require?

Will smiles ever again evade
our angered overload and distortion,
our tears slowly dissolving connections?

Can this new means,
this universal transmission
merge emotions with
intellectual spark,
avoid destruction by fire,
allow flame to light candles,
not infernal machines of hate?

Will the mountain stream
continue to carry the simplicity of
leaf-sail atop bark-boats of innocence,
floating child-like imagination
through man's unquenchable ocean of mind?

Will orbiting satellites someday conjoin
what’s left of our swirling auras of Nature?

Will questions beg "When" answers?

"When" can be a long time for Ones and Zeros
aspiring to know,
to think,
to be of life’s sustainment

Can such digits ever tell us
how near the Singularity truly is,
that point where all parallel lines meet,
the point where a measured variable
reaches unmeasurable or infinite value,
that moment beyond which technological progress
will become incomprehensibly rapid and even more complicated?

And if such movement be resolved,
might man's moral compass risk annihilation?

Life's antennae awaits adjustment,
but what direction?

Might what’s out there in the universe
have an answer?