The Digital Singularity
An AI copy of my poem: The Hidden Universe We all have a vector of a truth hidden under the thousandth mask of a silent code… We all are a fragment of a Hilbert space diving deep, sinking high,…
Ethos & Logos
Ethos & Logos: Where morality meets theology and AI
The Hidden Universe
We all have a piece of a number hidden in the occult fabric of our 1000th mask… We all are a piece of a universe diving deep, sinking high in a moving particle of a past time… We all feel…
Horizon
I drowned myself in dreams, sweet bitter memories of the future, the nonilluminated horizon of the forgotten galaxy of past, the hole of the needle eye hiding in the invisible black matter of the unique singularity smuggled by the beautiful…
software
in the softness of words the wearable pieces of silence divided the reality of choice: it is as it was… a softness in decision, the indecision of speech unscourged, undropped, unblistered by human language perfected in its soft soul. I…
Mars
The dust encircled the planet lost in its lightings like a thunder finding its way down to the tropical ice of a floating tear, left home, somewhere home. The dust engulfed the mind, the thought, the unique circular thought wandering…
a lucid mind
inside the blue sky only the rocket was walking its way to the nearest droplet: the sea was filled with a mirroring speed catapulting the strings of a memory, whatever string, deep, skinny and blunt, over the red horizon the…
the unwritten time
what is forbidden? a look at the sky? a walk in the forests or maybe the ocean that painted the time on your tie? the thought of the time like a spiral around your neck? the time that has been…
The Blue Gull
I found my way back to the numbers, to the one and two, and to the beyondness of the dreamless infinity green like Mars, skinny like the belt of small stars encircling the speed of thought. A piano opened it…
pulsar
the universe, extended, intended, circles the abys, sculpting the being into a fire, a shadowy sun pieces of time are joining on its trails, giving away their thoughts, encapsulating the will and pouring it deeply, slowly into a glass of…
the veil
no more than a star, a light is shining: the heavy voice hearing the face of the veil making its way deep, into the soiled mud the speed jumps, sowing its seed of wonder between the veil’s eyes blinking here…