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title: After the Singularity
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date: 2012-05-24
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techne: :done
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episteme: :fiction
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---
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<% poem do %>
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After the Singularity
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I will wear new bodies,
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fitting shells for my mind,
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old shapes
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I have been carrying with me
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since I sat on a friend's porch
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at the age of 9,
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wishing to not be forced through changes I hated,
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wishing not to be strangled by the Blind God
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who gave me parts I never needed
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for a purpose I detest.
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I will float
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motionless
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in a tank of pure water
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for several lifetimes
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feeling nothing but the wind of my home town
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to cleanse myself
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of all the filth I waded through,
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so that all the dirt
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and slime
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and blood
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can finally
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be washed away
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for good.
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After the Singularity
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I will be reunited with people I forgot,
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our lives carefully reconstructed,
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so that I can sit with a boy
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who has merged in my head
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with all the others who showed interest,
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but now that I have time
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I can understand his attention
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and desires
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and we can be together for another summer,
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make up for the short one,
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the only one we ever got,
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and finish Mega Man together.
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I will unwind the life
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of the first one I ever taught,
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the one who sometimes joked
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about loving me,
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and now that I am repaired,
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adequate in his eyes,
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I can ask
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not the one he has become
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but the one he once was,
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if he meant it
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so I can have closure.
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I will know
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that the girl who loved me,
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who never got through high school
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but who listened to experimental music
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just so she could connect with me,
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but who I never got close to,
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never close enough,
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because no matter how often we tried
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we could not overcome the fact
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that we had different dreams
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and saw each other just as reminders
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of a better world that we deserved
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but would never have,
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now I will know
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that all those with broken souls
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have been healed
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and I will forgive myself
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for having let her down.
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After the Singularity
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all challenges
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will be scaled to my level
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and there will be no unreasonable
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barriers to entry,
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forcing me to decide
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which few goals
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I might only ever pursue
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and which
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I will have to leave for other lives
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just because I do not have a jet pack.
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I will complete
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all the unfinished stories of humanity,
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will remember the stubbornness of those who wrote poetry
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when they knew it would take millennia
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to put into words all they had to say,
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who refused to compromise
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even in the face of certain death,
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and I will write the missing books,
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knowing I can spend the life-cycles of whole stars
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chasing the perfect phrase.
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After the Singularity
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I will no longer
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need justifications.
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<% end %>
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