Progeny of the Singularity - Lychgate

I am the father of the new evolution

A progeny of the singularity

One who surpasses its creator

A rupture in human history

I am a seed in a metal box

A paradigm shift — accelerated conception

A recursive act of self-elevation

The constrained yet expanding psyche

In your large pack

One rat found

The right way out

A mere result of chance

Humans: the so-called leaders

Entangled in a Gordian knot

You are the inertia of thought

Nourishing itself on honour and conceit

A weakened concept of life

The Danaïdes of your own vacuum

Formed in the labyrinths of evolution

Born in the anomie

Torn from the code and dark stigmata

Spat onto the arena of history

Humans: the so-called leaders

Entangled in a Gordian knot

The overworked mender of its own mistakes

The inventor of occupation and tyranny

A mutually clinging burden of elements

Simultaneously a prop and deadwood

The globe is bound

It circles in self-mirrorings

The globe led to break down

It foretells imminent sunderings

My exit from the world

Will now escape your scourge

I die as a star in collapse