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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Communication System (Temp Name)


With a signal, the sisters, nine
Sew threads from their divine spindles 
Into synapses along the spine 
As each degree revolves and dwindles

The reaction - initially inconsequential 
But, like the time between light and switch 
The cells fire - initiate action potential 
Their agent mimics their every stitch

Firing

The poet, in this age of technology 
Is divided - inspirational mitosis 
From Muses, nature, and mythology;
But, "forgets-them-not" - myosotis 

Depolarization 

Instead the lines focus on the beauty 
To be found in the progress of humanity  
Like the Planck epoch in primordial space
We began with matter unrefined and base

From ignorance and bellicose obstruction 
Advances were paid by the sweat and blood of the brave
Overcome with intelligence and pacific promotion
This new course the globe continues to pave

From tribal discord and clamor - senseless violence 
The race has grown (like submerged seeds
Into Harmonia, concord and accord -Pan's reeds)
Toward the sky and a universal alliance 

Repolarization

The disconnected campfires provided dim illumination at night
Once the only vision below the celestial sphere.
Now, in stations (above the terrestrial) new sights appear
The planet is a unified dendritic network of electrical light.

Each new wave of scientific understanding crashes 
On the archaic superstitious shore
And the logic of crystalline evidence washes
Away, the suppositions traced before

Hyperpolarization 

Color, sex, sexual preference
Along with nationality - once a source of oppression and animosity 
Now merely a matter of appearance
Minor relevant differences revealed to be no more than G-C, A-T.

Folly - to war over old lines in the sand
When galactic exploration offers new land
Folly - every separate banner that is unfurled 
When everyone's a citizen of this one world 
Folly - doubts we don't all see eye to eye
Tell me what sun and moon fill your sky?

Though negativity may color our airs and the N-E-W-S
With doubtful greys and deterring blues,
Positive and hope, are the Aeolus 
Often subtle, until awoken, then a forceful stimulus 

Resting potential 

With the final cords of their chords sewn
The envoy returns to resting potential 
Earth revolving, once again silent, alone
Clock ticks, can one degree be instrumental?

Comfort - from their information is left on the mind
Electro-chemical signals - evidence 
Of their melody, on the memory, clearly defined 
A loving memento of their presence.

Composed By: A.D.

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