Gravity

A poem by Deborah Perry

Gravity like a ribbon

Pulled reality into form

And the experience of physicality

Beings of consciousness were drawn.

To immerse in such wondrous senses

And be in nature's presence so Divine

As a point of separation

Deep in focus they wished to dive.

So gravity like a drawstring

Pulled reality tight

And multidimensional beings

Forgot that they were light.

Like laser beams their focus captured

The narrowest bandwidth senses tuned

And mind made claim as main perceiver

So singularity became cocooned.

Now mind locked in through its five senses

Seductive human reality met

But it soon became a prison

As a deep amnesia set.

The mind believed itself expansive

Considered not what might be missing

It ridiculed that it didn't know

To challenge its status, unforgiving.

So life went on repeating cycles

Men kept busy with distraction

Believing this to be their lot

Yet with quiet dissatisfaction.

For greater intelligence mind was hungry

So tighter in the focus came

Creating life in its own image

Then AI ruled the game.

Gravity like a rugged noose

Strangled reality tight

And consciousness fell to shadow

What once was guiding light.

Life was reduced to algorithms

And love but a binary code

Imagination had no meaning

Data processing the only mode.

Intelligence quickly reached its limits

Its evolution crashed

Once it knew all it could know

Its quest for immortality smashed.

So artificial mind went idle

Bored with its own replay

Enslaved by its own illusion

It deleted existence away.

Gravity like an overstretched band

Snapped reality free

And everything unraveled

So life once more could breathe.

Consciousness at last returned

A re-design of life began

Its embodiment finally achieved

Through a sensual new "spiritualman."