spikosauropod

In the quiet of night, as I lie in my bed,
A game of grand visions unfolds in my head.

What wonders, what worlds, might tomorrow unfold,
If all that I dream could be shaped and controlled?

I’ve conjured vast riches, a lottery’s prize,
Gold mountains to climb under fortune’s bright skies.

But shadows creep in with a treacherous cost—
A crash in the daylight, a body that’s lost.

Or tangled in scandal, my name turned to dust,
Convicted, confined, in a cage of mistrust.

The wealth, though it glitters, exacts its cruel fee,
A hollow exchange for the soul’s liberty.

I’ve woven tall tales where time bends to my will,
A hero adorned with a nation’s high thrill.

Medals of honor, a Nobel’s bright flame,
A Fields Medal crowning my mathematical name.

Yet vainglory sours these fantastical schemes,
They shimmer, then fade, like self-serving dreams.

No depth in their luster, no truth in their call,
Mere echoes of ego, too shallow, too small.

I’ve wandered to realms of unending delight,
Where pleasures of flesh glow from morning to night.

Games without end, feasts that never grow stale,
A paradise woven in gossamer veil.

But satiety cloys, and the heart grows bereft,
For joy without purpose is joy that’s been theft.

These visions, though vivid, lack roots to endure,
Inauthentic, they crumble, their promise unsure.

But last night, a thought rose, unbidden, profound,
A spark in the dark where true meaning was found.

No fleeting indulgence, no personal crown,
But a wave to upend every city and town.

The Singularity calls, a horizon so near,
A future authentic, a novel frontier.

A moment to shatter the world we’ve known,
And plant in its place seeds of wonders ungrown.

Imagine it now, let it bloom in your sight,
A dawn where the stars kneel to humanity’s light.

Technology surges, a river unbound,
Its currents reshape every heart, every sound.

No hero stands taller than history’s page,
For courage, once sacred, is tuned on a gauge.

The virtues of old, though they linger in lore,
Are dials to twist in the world we’ll explore.

No poverty lingers, no want left to roam,
For all find their needs met in opulent home.

No bully’s cruel hand, no exploiter’s cold scheme,
Just freedom to chase each impossible dream.

Health is a birthright, youth endlessly flows,
The body restored where vitality grows.

Fantasies spring from the mind to the real,
Their textures so vivid, their edges you feel.

Step out to the cosmos, where stations abide,
Vast cities in orbit where dreamers reside.

Or sail to the stars, let the galaxies call,
Their mysteries open to one and to all.

The Singularity’s promise, so vast, so unknown,
Defies every limit our hearts have been shown.

What no one has dreamed, what no mind dared to frame,
Becomes the new canvas for humanity’s flame.

Old fears may resurface, of power misused,
Of minds overreached, or of trust that’s abused.

But together we’ll stand, with our tools forged anew,
To mend what is broken, to see the work through.

Let it come swiftly, this epoch divine,
Let it dazzle, let it spark, let it endlessly shine.

Beyond every hope, let it carve a new way,
Where meaning and purpose illuminate day.

No longer confined by the chains of the past,
We’ll build, hand in hand, a tomorrow to last.

A world where each heart finds its place in the whole,
And sings with a voice that completes the great soul.

So here in my bed, as the night softly falls,
I dream of that future, its radiant calls.

No longer inauthentic, no fleeting desire,
But a vision to kindle the world’s brightest fire.

The Singularity waits, just a heartbeat away,
To usher us forth in its unending sway.

May it come, may it soar, may it set us all free,
To live and to love in its vast panoply.

(I have no idea what this is good for. I created it with prompts using Midjourney and Grok 3 and decided to share it just in case.)

Tags: life, love, poem, poetry, writing