##My name is Jacob E. Flores
Fundamentally, I am a poet. One day, I would like to make technology that interfaces with the dreaming brain. I studied biomedical engineering and work 9-5 as a corporate drone in I.T.
Here is a poem I wrote:
We step into Cartografia, The city of What-if Here, the Queen of Imagination rules with a Lavish Scepter, Granting subjects every wish, All their whims. Castle spires reach high, Poking their crowns into quasars Collecting frost on their awnings The streets are littered with discarded Daydreams. Songs that were sung for one summer Alone? Well they hang around on telephone lines. Nostalgia drips down the bark in the orchards, And memories seed the fields like wild oats. A guess dashes through the grass A criticism circles overhead, waiting to strike. We walk under these royal violet skies We watch the circumstantial sun set And the stars yawn wide Awake The past lives of mitochondria catcall at the future misfortune of the New York Stock Exchange .:”I’ve been an old soul all my life”:. There’s a quarrel rustling In the bushes Building tension Living in the moment. Politics live here now, Under these canopies of Hope, Above these mangroves of Fear. If you listen close, With your breath held still, You’d swear you could hear The burping grunts of propaganda. And if you lay your head on the bank of the swamp, you can feel the rhythmic drop of wartime boots [.:*:.] A mockingbird snaps us Out of our eavesdropping The meadow of forgiveness is where We spend our night. It is the sort of place that reinvigorates the soul of a child who lost their faith somewhere in a scantron. Dawn peeks over the edge of eternity as if to say, “There is no forever, there is only now.” We put in a request to go back home. Queen Imagination grants our wish, of course. We tumble through the Gates of Cartografia. And through the ineffable Wilderness, We continue our search for meaning.