Psychopomp Magazine Summer 2016 | Page 48

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the silky delicacy of tubular spores became peaceful deeper thinkers. Some gloomy uninitiated and unenlightened critics considered the change a liberal conspiracy, but rather than elections indicating favor towards a particular candidate or party, demands arose for plebiscites and an end to competitive oligarchical party politics altogether in favor of promoting our newly-discovered solidarity. We would grow together. Literally.

Even the common cold and flu viruses sprouted into sentient symbionts. Each DNA fiber a cohesive thread in a weave of unity. Cancer became our friend too. The whole planet fused together.

We had just been the first crop. Like the twisting stalks that curl towards moisture from the skin of the over-ripe potato, our town’s bodies and brains had proven a fertile introduction, a suitably arable matrix for further harvesting.

Let us contemplate the great chain-of-being. Quantum entanglement of souls.

The medieval conception that angels dangled on celestial strings between humankind and Godhead failed to capture the truth of divinity where flesh and machine hybridize into perfection.

We are all smiths beating our hammers not to be purveyors of lightning bolts to shatter against our imagined enemies but rather to become numinous farmers and singers of refinement.

What music we make in our heavenly choir! We shiver with electric andmagnetic currents.

We quiver in infinite dances of positive and negative charges, matter and anti-matter.

We spiral in concentric circles from quantum orbits to galactic swirls circulating in all directions of the macroverse.

Spun through oxygenated air, our lobes meet in etherial bliss. Machines and mortal flesh mix in exquisite communion. What bigotry to have feared