This misty morn in late December
The horizon has come closer to our house.
Later hours let the cloud-sieved sunlight
Hazily outline the holy hill
And daub streaks of colour across the grey washed sky.
We have seen a row of ibises, black and white,
Winging northward.Thoughts fly in sensory
Flurried flocks of notional emoticons.
All things change by the nano-second.
A serial of standstills in momently alterity,
In pilot-less ‘cybernity'.
Unbegun and endless:
In Vedic Sanskrit, ‘anaadi, ananta'.
- - - - -28 December 2017.
Note: ‘Cyberspace' refers to interconnected technology
and ‘cybernetics', an old Greek word related to
the skill of piloting boats, steering and governing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How fascinating to learn something about this wonderful space called Cybernetics.