Forgetting Language

language informs our thinking, maybe even our feeling 

whistling languages drums that beat 

hearts that flow and eyes that see 

spikes on a surface, both high and low 

is this thinking? is this feeling?

inputs - electric, chemical and optic 

cultured cells on an electrode plate 

signals of memory abate 

is this thinking? is this feeling?

sensory worlds collide 

in this extraction of semantics 

from seeming non-beings 

trying to become

a play of words 

movements in environments 

translation of data 

from numbers to numbers 

a logical mess of human ego, entitlement and extraction

isolating intelligence 

from context and connection 

repurposing life for a lottery 

of limited cognition capability

what is cognition? 

what is a thought? 

an electric signal on an eeg diagram?

perhaps here thoughts dissolve into microfluids 

not making sense for I, seeing the petri dish 

there is a shiver not an electrical impulse

chemicals morph into desires 

swirling across soupy waters 

reminding of the dawn of life 

on a lonely Earth

Why do we want to compute 

why do we want to utilise 

instead, let's harmonize like a symphony

like looking at the stars 

and pondering about the birth of existence 

let's look at cells and learn 

not train, not reinforce or supervise

providing the environment of nurture 

sitting still and watching 

waiting for signals 

let us be lovers 

let us be parents 

let us be friends

i want to observe

 till the point

 that language ceases to exist

 and awe is all there is

----S