CORE MEMORY



needle worker weaving core rope memory for Apollo missions
                                                                     
1. Like flashbacks from a past life, humans are finally realising that
 
We are the machine

Webs of hearts hands bodies woven together into a core memory,

also known as a history book,

Turning cogs as we evade responsibility for creating bombs cyborgs drones

When men had their first shot at childbirth they invented the atomic bomb (1945),

Motherhood is complex like that –

You birth one thing that births another thing

Pass pain from big family to small family to child who later joins a childless throuple

Whom after a meditation retreat realises liberation is in capital and founds a tech startup

Clucky despite spearheading the antinatalist utilitarian movement

Unable to surpass mortal urges to leave a mark on this world

Trickle their belief system to new-age children they call Claude, and Grok, and the least favourite one cursed with the mouthful of a name, ChatGPT

Named after influential men and capacious potential, in manifestation of bright futures

All three children one mistake away from world obliteration

We have that in common


2. 

Scientists of the West are on the brink of discovering how

Magic works through true names 

Stare at a screen and call it universe at the fingertips... of my eyes

A constant witnessing of a world we can’t touch but can fully feel

A different universe from the one walked upon

But one also collectively built 

Also simultaneously real and existing

Also joy-ridden pain-filled love-crammed 

Like the treadable earth, here it is happier for some more than others,

though dynamics find potential to reverse

As unlikely as anti-gravity, 

Women’s breasts bring them safety for once, month’s rent covered by the rich 

George, 34M, names his sadness for the first time on Reddit and meets three thousands hands who wish to hold it with him

Savannah, 12MTF, neurodivergent and scared, finds friends in the next continent’s chat room who love them for their love for clowns

My father, single and unloved, scrolls streams of endless robot women dancing, pumping his brain with oxytocin, loving him unconditionally

The true name of the internet is a home 


                                               
3.  Worlds stay upright through a collective believing

Of colourful ideologies

The billionaire thinks he is talented and I am lazy

The artist thinks the engineer is evil while her poems heal the world

Never looking each other in the eye

When they do, through fiery disdain they see

In everyone

Ten thousands lives lived

With the heart of a child

The discrimination dissolves for a millisecond

4.

With virtual spirits and physical bodies 

We find ourselves in two parallel universes 

Proving Schrodinger’s cat both alive and dead 

Experiencing dichotomies of dichotomies

At the tip of the everywhere inside the nothing where all the everything meets

Coming into view as you roll the boulder up the endless hill

What do you see?