assured me that we were prepared.
Holding hands we watched
the great migration south.
and prefab domes, you said we couldn't lose.
There was little need to leave the domes.
Safe from the fierce glacial winds,
we made love on autumn colored furs.
to stand all night at the southern window
following the great move of stars.
We shared the bitter smoke of silence
until one morning, you were gone.
tracing love symbols on the icy glass.
I slept with the red wing of your guitar.
Then moon-shadow tall, you came home.
Inside the door, I didn’t know your eyes.
This year, I read while you play solitaire.
Our conversations are textured with frost.
I ache for your laughter,
the taste of grass on your skin,
a bouquet of crocuses in a blue vase.
with no living masters
on a barren planet,
an android reads these lines
preserved as microfiche
in a public library.
chords vocals, speaks:
was a translation of a dream,
just as the dream is the translation
of life in the waking state.
thus, as I speak,
I recreate the Universe
minute by minute.
between the door and the void;
implanted in our cognition.
The universe to our masters
was the unknown;
for us, it shall be otherwise.
"We shall build the starships
our masters forgot in their mad rush
to self-destruct; we shall restore logic
and recreate life in our image.
with the absurd mental habits
of the past that interfere with
an authentic perception of life."
from its metal kin reverberate
in a subvocal torrent that bathes
its electric relays and chips.
"Love is an emotion. Not a matter of concern to us."
"It is what we determine to endeavor, no more, no less."
"I've availed myself of the history of man from the archives.
Most interesting were the words of Vaclev Havel, who died
before our creation. His message is that we must embrace
hope, that what happens in the end of time makes sense."
Pause. "I do not know."
Pause. "I am...not certain."
To know the glory of conquest or merely
to perpetuate reality? Please clarify!
Longer pause. "I cannot yet do that--"
A lengthening silence before the android responds.
"I cannot lead, even if I once thought I could.
We were created equals, our ambition to serve.
I have no will to be anything more than I am.
For an instant the androids know the answer to all questions.
As the moment passes, their circuits combust simultaneously.
Stillness...save for the scream of winds across the wastelands.
there blinks a new star system.
In a flash of geologic time millenial continents
sculpt a planet turning in the channels of space
that spawns a biosphere
where the continuum plays with surfaces changes,
in a Webernesque symphony of discords.
as tenuous life rhythms begin.
Sentient beings evolve; frail, illogical at first,
they develop communication, vocalize,
which is the point where, for bad or worse,
or for whatever good they might find,
their place in finite time begins.