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Semaphore
In random synaptic crossfire,
A brittle, faltering vagrant
Converses with Zeus.
Parkinsonian semaphores
Punctuate his evening benediction.
Spastic gestures shot at the setting sun.
Dusky beachfront strollers,
Wary of cryptic tongues,
Afford a wide berth.
But transient park bench inmates
Are kindred by design,
Ensnared only by cruel puppetry.
Identical chemical sacks are they.
Our computational superiority,
At best, a fleeting differential.
At worst, entropy overtakes reason.
Using the last drops of lucidity,
We ponder the down count of cells.
[Jun 5, 2006]
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