"Alan Turing"

​

Genetic abnormalities,

he said in his white coat,

ordinary exceptions that prove

maddened chromosomes.

But the sum, the calculation

does not return,

it spits on all his pain.

 

You, who gave birth

to large artificial thought

closed in lived diversity

in retrospect like a vice

under a sky of numbers

and signs, you’ve found evil

in the fable that constricts

the deformed face

of your generation’s morale.

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"Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, this one's for you!

A Tribute to Bob Dylan"

 

You're already a forest.

There are lakes, and impossible loves

inside you

named “Bob Dylan”

sitting at my table.

 

When someone

mentions your name

in the future,

my empty houses

will brim with people.

 

Have you forgotten

it was happiness

that first plowed my heart?

 

When hopelessness arrives

and the cherry blossoms fall

on muddy ground,

you'll hear me scream

like a gull or a woman

who knows moving forward

is to be left all by myself.

 

When all this happens

remember the tambourines

and the way rain

turns into trees.