Cybernaut

To enter the Heavenly City,
Radiant with sapphire, emerald, amethyst and chrysoprase,
Floating on clouds…
I sit before my computer,
Seeking a home for the soul.
New technologies of desire
Call the fallen in,
Beyond the Primum Mobile,
Into the Empyrean.

Dante Alighieri is setting out,
His guide a man dead for a thousand years.
He is paper and a voice.
One reader after another
Draws up intricate maps of Dante’s Hell,
Complete with precise measurements and cartographic projections.

In the nave of the Arena Chapel in Padua,
Gabriel kneels, announcing to Mary a son,
And our eyes reach through the wall
Into the space beyond.

Out there, my journeys cannot be measured,
In my perfect body,
My body of light.