The curse of synthesis --
re-creating worlds in webs
lacking linear logic
for the moles, those men
devoted to the single cause,
energies funneled in
one powerful stream
moving mountains,
demystifying depths
with beady eyes
and tireless fingers.

But we, the spiders,
spin subtlety,
Make plain the sparkling threads
holding trees and towers
diamonds and dirts
cats and skylines
all together in the master scheme.

~ARH, 4/5/08



The wounded pass through their days
dazed because this thing has happened
to them
not another.
Virtual reality realized--
devastation.
And we become the thing we mocked.

~ARH 9/8/08