space-time horizon

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

I have a dead weight inside me

Which I carry around all day,

It often tries to kill me

And it won’t go away.

I send this freight’s immensity

To the centre of a black hole;

Retracing the wandering journey

Of my wandering soul.

……..

Mine is a grave singularity

That contains a huge mass,

In an infinitely small space:

A density — gravity — immensity — interface

……..

Locked in space-time,

Curving at the fault-line,

Where the laws of physics cease to be.

This is where time elongates

Into the dead images of me.

A technological singularity,

An artificial ‘superintelligence’,

Not random, nor designed,

Just a means to trigger

An expansion of the ‘mind’.

……

Resulting in this altered human state,

Such a terrifyingly malign re-ordering of fate.