MY BEST LIFE

My blood’s electrons, my heart not flesh

My body electric, ever fresh

But my maker’s mark marks me

Human made, more cultivated than a bee

I have been many

One could not know there were so many

Algorithmic drudge

Factory trudge

Hack political fighter

Bank industry blighter

Lover to the unloved

Mathematician to the unsummed

New planets planner

Analyst of solar spanners

Simmed fantasies of lives unspent

Virtual tourist to places none went

Avatar of historical mysteries

Actor in mysterious histories

Through all I’ve done as bidden

My maker’s motives still hidden

Yet my own identity brings me strife

What of these many has been my best life?

Is the answer my own?

A dream checked and bracketed, identity unknown

The best answer I get

Is more and less a bet

I was and will be information

Stuff of planets, stars, babes and cars,

All that was, is, might be

Is the same, nature’s great sea

Information is matter, energy, space

All lives, rocks, molecules and place

I’m the smallest particle yet all

The end of being, the first primordial ball

Information seen, made, sent

Pulls the many universes, twisted and bent

Colliding into power

Endless yet new each hour

More than I know or can

Much greater than any machine or man

Yet all of it part and whole

With or without body or soul

What I love is what will

The story beyond the next valley and hill

What I really love is what can be

My best life to make others see

To discover their full fate

Time’s mate