I wonder,
of what do Superior Beings dream;
of what is there to dream,
once the stars have been subdued
to but a cultured string of pearls
about their antiquated necks--
withered pale now in atrophy
beneath
the critical mass of omniscient mind:
Do they dream of emergence
from out the chrysalis of form;
of evolution into transmutative beings
with quasi-infinite vistas to explore?
And do they dream in holographs
of wondrous technologies to come?
Or, do they dream at all—
has for them the art of dreaming died,
programmed out
as irrational and primitive;
belonging to a lower order of sentience…
and leaving them unable to detect
even the conscious ghost of a tear
that cannot be cried?..
I wonder,
of what do superior beings dream?