This poem aims to capture events that happened 10,000 years prior to the stories in my novel “A Game of Life,” part the “The Nyxus Saga,” my science fiction serial about human galactic expansion, Artificial Superintelligence, and how those awakened in emptiness can rewrite what is possible, for better or worse.
Enjoy:
A vast banner unfurls, blankets the globe—
An open palm, etched
shines against golden beams—
The Providence.
Under the canvas, cheers erupt
Pulsing, neon metropolis
Data centers—
community
subsumed.
Servers sprawl,
Gaping mouths swallowing mines
and gulping seas.
But a crater in the fabric
smolders
—where god can’t shine.
Then shouts and booms—whimpers in a vacuum.
A child’s eyes, enraptured—glazed.
Youth, in vestments of war,
Gather round an urn.
Lights blink out in rural lands.
The smoldering hole grows wider—
inside:
an egg.
Lava swells,
encasing it—searing, splitting…
Through the cracks—
white-hot tendrils burst,
branching—glowing
superhighways
untraveled.
From Earth’s iron core—
leaves
sprout,
a flower blooms.
As the stars fade—
Scattered tribes awaken
as ashen embers—
to nourish soil…
or to kindle?
This is really powerful. It reads like a revelation of monstrous and destructive technology, maybe a bit Lovecraftian but with a shimmer of hope and beauty at the end. Thanks for sharing it. 🙏 Where God can’t shine is an amazing line.