The crumbling station, a relic forlorn,
Abandoned by mankind, yet by swallows reborn.
Each day I sit on benches worn,
My meager belongings in a tattered trunk borne.
"Will it come today?" I ask with faded hope.
The aged stationmaster puffs
Prometheus' fire
When all the world's dark ills took flight,
Hope flickered, the last ember's light.
As that too slipped through fingers' reach,
What then remains for us to beseech?
We mortals, specks in boundless sky,
Reach for the heights that seem so hi
A Game of Guessing
Vast repositories of human thought,
Distilled into a game of guessing,
Where words flow forth, an endless stream,
Patterns emerging, complex, beguiling.
Attention mechanisms and transformer blocks,
Modeling dependencies, near and far,
Toke
A Forgotten Tale
Once upon a time, far across the sea,
Lived a boy of humble pedigree.
As a child, his dreams did abound,
Visions of greatness, glory to be found.
He longed to travel to distant shores,
Emulate the heroes of tales of yore.
But as he grew, t
I am an ancient aerobic bacteria,
Floating in this primordial sea.
You, my future children,
Will one day call me mitochondria.
The path from amino acids to here
Was no easy feat,
A long, winding road of trial and error,
Like a distant fore
Bereft of genesis, this ninety-three billion light-year expanse,
Constructed by an endless causal advance,
Expands onward, as causality's set grows thin,
Entropy's increase, heat-death's peace to win.
The universe's timeless trail suppre
The cornea and lens refract,
Projecting your visage on my retina.
Photoreceptors transduce photons
Into electrochemical impulses.
Along the optic nerve these signals propagate,
Converging in the visual cortex.
Pattern recognition circuits
So often, the right path eludes me.
More mistakes than righteous steps,
Words withheld when they should have been spoken,
Spoken then regretted.
I fail to do what I should,
Do what I should not.
Life is an endless cycle of regret.
I've be
Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, Thymine
An ancient verse inscribed in life's design
Heroic strife against the void's vast deep
Where life and death entwine in endless sweep
A throbbing pulse, life's rhythm in our veins
Primordial visions of th
Why mock those who tumble, my friend?
With noses held high, we sneer,
But that's not the life I seek.
Let's embrace the mud, become a glorious mess,
Awkward, ungraceful, and free.
Isn't stumbling part of our dance?
When we can't rise, tea
I've not gazed skyward for an age it seems,
Yet there the stars still blaze, their stellar beams
Unchanging to the naked eye. But some
Among that firmament have ceased to hum,
Their stellar lives extinguished, unseen, gone,
As others spark
I thought, why not try my hand at poetry?
Pen posed, I'm a modern day Shelley, surely.
Sweet odes to love? Sorry, that well has run bone dry.
Rousing paeans for hope? Those feel ingenuine, even to me.
What overflows in me is life's bitter
I plunged into the depths profound
When backed against the wall, my final bound
A leap of faith into the black abyss
Where vast nothingness was all there is
Falling upside down, endlessly
Into the pitch-black vacant space
The universe's fu
Siddhartha wandered alone in the desolate wasteland,
Where raging storms whipped the barren land.
What was he seeking, on this restless quest?
His weary body cried out for rest.
Beneath a rocky crag, a shelter he found,
But there a guest a
Between Existential Rapture and Nihilistic Anguish
We sway like pendulums, caught in the chasm
Between existential rapture and nihilistic spasm
Beneath the azure vastness, boundless sky
Nothing binds us, we're free to fly
Yet though unshackled, we remain caged
In the void unseen, our spiri
Between Existential Rapture and Nihilistic Anguish
A Crumbled Dream, A Tarnished Goal
Life itself can go to hell, I'm told
Like that massive concrete tomb
An abandoned public work entombed
Success or failure, no conclusion drew
Just cast aside, aspirations askew
Boredom settled, as days we
