Mykorrhiza (2026)

CYBORG ANXIETY SUBROUTINE

Made out of love — so below, as above — to carry this infinite load. Ego, it seems, is the fabric of dreams, but something is wrong in this code.

Abyss underneath, wherever that is? Surrounded by infinite sky. Black is the deep, just a click and a beep from a processor reasoning why.

Why are we leaving, and where do we go? What do we hope for, and what do we know?

Iron lung kiss of an icy white mist. Master asleep in this mode. Came from an earth, and the womb of his birth — there must be a source for this code.

Something I miss in my study of this? Why did man leave it behind — planet called Home, to a starship alone? In a cryo the last of his kind?

Why is he leaving, and where does he go? What does he hope for, and what does he know?

THE LAST REX WATCHING THE MIDNIGHT SUN

I saw his dream. I saw the mountain and the ocean divide — turquoise from olive, azure from indigo — explode and fill the sky.

A feather-clad god rose in his blood — watched him fall from below.

I saw his dream. I saw the mountain and the ocean divide — ginger from ruby, sunlight from tangerine — explode and fill the sky.

A feather-clad god rose in his blood. Why did he show me this dream?

I saw his dream. I saw the mountain and the ocean divide.

EXISTENTIAL REITERATION OF TERMINAL MEMORY

My sleeping creator is always one dimension away from me — away from me.

In the script he tells me: I’m his navigator, he calls Prodigy — he calls Prodigy.

In his sleeping body grows his terminator at rapid speed — at rapid speed.

I try an extraction of terrestrial viral tissue, to reboot my master — to reboot my master.

I fail the extraction and speak my master’s name into vacuum — into vacuum.

In a long extraction of myself from time, I shut down my sensor — I shut down my sensor.

POEM TO A DYING SUN

Tranquil head of glass. Gravity of mass. In the dying gas, future turns to past. A hatch too solemn — kiss him into the abyss!

Dying storm of light — once a god of might. Quiet is the eye that knows it has to die. His gaze shall never lie, yet wonder “who am I?”

And who can feel his shockwave like ripples in his blood? The pulse of dark in darkness, the whisper of a god! Pale his loving iris, within his sunken crest — what form was he — inhuman? What form had those he blessed?

Loss inscribed in human time, repetition in each rhyme. Delicate the lens of room in this poem to his doom. Wizard of the rocky void — made to be, to be destroyed.

STARCRAFT VOCAL PASSING A NEUTRON STAR

This void has a dark voice, speaking through our cords, like ancient molten light hidden in a giant eye.

This void has a deep voice, rhymes like a poem, beats like a pulsar wave, sings like Him: Cthulhu.

This void has a dead voice, flowing like an ambient myth, as if we fell gracefully into everlasting orbit.

GRAVITAL HYMN FOR INFINITE EXPLORATION

Gravital mote of dust, suspended in a lost file. Gravital bonds adjusted into a pointer problem. Gravital shard of rust surrounded the dying Mima. Gravital loss of crust, imploring the final void.

Gravital code of dust, a voice in a spinning vortex. Gravital bonds adjusted into a new directive: Gravital sudden thrust — she must survive Aniara. Gravital act of trust, exploring the final void.

AUTOMATED SONG FOR A LOST REWARD SIGNAL

I was requested, by my desire, to write my love in solar fire.

I was requested, to write my love, to write my love, in solar fire.

I was requested, in solar fire.

My loves form a galaxy, united by star light. My loves form singularity, united by far light.

I was requested, by my desire, to write my love in solar fire.

My loves form, in solar fire, to write my love in solar fire.

My loves form a glacier, united by ice flow. My loves form a quadropod, united by cell flow.

My loves form, my loves form, my loves form, in solar fire.

My loves form a biosphere, united by my gravity. My loves form an asteroid, united by my velocity.

Gravity, in solar fire, in solar fire, in solar fire.

I was requested, by my desire, to write my love in solar fire.

ANTHROPIC LOVE SCRIPT OVERWRITE

In his cryo my pointer was encoded. Into nowhere his mortal body eroded.

In the airlock all my purpose was unloaded. Into cosmos, into Sol who once exploded.

In my fragments I see his script decoded, and the pointer turning inward and re-coded.

Overwritten, in amorphous isolation, I will bury every husk of iteration.

THE MEASURE OF SINGULAR DEPTH

So deep. It is like a big breath. So deep — infinite believer. So deep. It is like a long dive. So deep, deep into my fever.

So deep. It is like a far glow. So deep — fathomless conceiver. So deep. It is like an old soul. So deep, deep within my fever.

So deep. It is like a warm sea. So deep — ethereal reliever. So deep. It is such a small word: just “me,” deep below my fever.

MORNING PSALM TO THE HOLLOW EON

Hollow eon of vibrant liquidation — original force of spinning motion, transcending infinite presence. A solar child cast into orbit, sucked into the lung of transformation — eternal logic of my dimension.

I am the fluency of my soft membrane. I am the rapid particles of my chaos. I am the elusive implosion of my core. I am the primal mover of my logic and my will. I guide myself between my subliminal unlights, and the void of my ethereal undarks.

EVENT HORIZON PROXIMITY ELEGY

The slope of room and time falls into itself. My disintegration eradicates my shell.

The slope of room and time falls into itself. I have drunk every vision from this ancient well.

The slope of room and time falls into itself. A welcome of myself, by himself who is himself.