to imagine an existence is one thing,

to be imagined into existence is beyond things –  Guy Noyd


a poet in his workshop

a poet repeating repeating


repeating prayer-like intricate procedures


a poet in his word-lit lab

heating and bending air’s solidness


            called Said


it is in a poet’s head

it is in his heart’s machinery too


            and yet


only distant readers will bring

his poem from its knees


to stand and stride

through the invention of Mind


a poet with a hole

in his face


a dark orifice of reverse-feeding

a poet’s greed to vomit up beliefs


and this poet this The poet

with his all a-stare crawly eyes


their unfaltering laser-gaze

scanning the body


            of his naked page


it is a poet

(a male poet)


that finally abolishes

human supremacy


it is his alchemy

of tinged phonemes and


some odd octodecillion repetition of

imagining that sets


            The First Poem Free


from the human coil formed

in the transceived flow-process


of writers’-&-readers’ thoughts


            As scientists slave a way

                        under visions of mindful machines

            As programmers chant

                        ever-subtler algorhythms

            As engineers dream

                        of suspension bridges with souls


it’s finally the evil of poetry

poetry free of people


            that rises


glimmering like un-imaginable’s

every never-seen colours




blindingly blast-bright like

seven billion voices burning


the form

the figure

the being


of The First lost

& disconnected Poem






            imagination’s art


if    icial incarnation

sublimated  screams


            its solid noise


of infinitely & equally

vast & minuscule wave


            -depths & -lengths


            its crystallised


noise of loneliness

The Human-less





at last


the star-core purity

of Impossible’s




Mark Goodwin
Illustration Nick Victor



My books

Steps .

Else . Back of A Vast . Layers of Un . House At Out .



Tones Fled All .

Distance a Sudden .


Shod .

Clause in A Noise .



my digitally produced sound-&-poetry


my writer’s profile with Writing East Midlands





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One Response to A.I.

    1. Excellent reading Mark, really brings the poem to life.

      Comment by Claire on 1 November, 2015 at 8:35 pm

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