Terra Cognita Part 8

8.
Aerial bombardments seen from far out at sea.
Dawn's early light.
Rockets' red glare.
The ships slipping beneath the burning oceans.
The hissing wall of flame.
The storm of fire.
The sun released on Earth.
Shadows burned into stone.

Shadows dancing in the ageless cave.
The magnification of the face into visage.
The smirking triumph of imago uber alles.
The shells of daughters' ears scattered on stone.
The deep architecture of the chimp.
The thought that thought is but a program,
that dreams themselves are cathedrals
of software, echoes of wetware.

The engine.
The airfoil.
The disassembling of matter.
The "secret" of the atom.
The reading of the endless code
buried deep within the body's vaults.
The final solution
to all evolution.

The long laminate nails.
      The oriental smile.
The sealed indictment.
                  The van ride into the dark.
                        The plane ride, naked, far out over the ocean.
The sedated slow walk to the howling door.
                                    The plunge without parachutes,
                                          awakening with your final screams.