painunbound

I just woke up from a really weird dream... I was a Native American tracker in some sort of futuristic wasteland, and I was attacked by a cat... What the hell does that all mean? Somehow the combination of cold pizza and watching In the Name of the Father is what brings this particular dream... Why did I just write that? Who cares!!!

And now a poem

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace by Richard Brautigan

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.