NEURAL NET
As if holiness
Were a subtraction
They would have us
Feign goodness,
These bullies of belief.
Tracks of sparks in pathways of desire,
This darkened room, these walls and doors,
Appearing, disappearing.
A space to move in, a sudden halt.
Sparks and glimmer in the dark,
Sparks on roads, these gods, these equations.
This electric touch, this love glow
A scatter of sparks.
This blackbird in the morning,
This dull thud of bombs,
A scattering of sparks.
Sound and light
Sprayed along roads
Falling golden.
Configuring this dream.
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continuing the themes on the nature of thought, the real, the truth, the seen, the unseen the creation of matter and the creation of meaning,
simonhlilly 