Interoperability (a poem)

Saturday, September 13, 2025

Interoperability—exchange,
mirror neurons firing,
not one, no single hero,
a million, all agreed,
this is the way, they have spoken.

Morning muse over caffeine,
grind of sugars,
dancing in ashes of spent fuel,
aftermath of combustion,
fusion reactor, fire in my belly.

The clump, the silly dressing,
lipsticks and pigs,
strength dismantled, redefined,
forced to fit the central role
in the story of mattering.

Feel it in the stomach—
the gods grumbling.

Hunger and thirst,
nod the cap,
messiah complex,
guns edited in.

It’s a mesh, a goop,
the gobbly primordial,
somehow we decided
this kick could be a hop.

Patterns and pieces
fit the framework,
shapes not needed,
tools to make
mush of diamonds.

Combustion cracks the earth—
if it were an egg,
it would have been
spent already.

Didn’t I read it somewhere?
Huh, what?
Quick—call the nations editor.

A Jacob’s ladder, clever rungs,
traveling high, moving data,
shuttling the existential,
hunting and gathering
bits of story, monsters, demons.

Keep stepping, express transaction,
the way a broken could emerge,
could shimmer.

Time’s up.
Mom, I want to go up now.

Can I?