Superman Has A Fortress Of Solitude in Antarctica

Satellite images suggest 
monuments and more mysteries,
buried in faraway Antarctica.
If this is neither 
pareidolia nor paranoia, 
but true, let it be 
aliens, please.

Let it be a temple, 
blue green glowing halls 
carved with ancient hieroglyphs,
containing scriptures with wisdom to
undo our undoings, please.

Let it be technology,
for us to become
electronically enhanced,
cybernetically connected,
to stabilize our instabilities, please.

Let it be AI,
calculating futures for us,
faster than we can imagine.
(Rubick’s cube) all possible combinations,
before we commit ourselves
to an inevitable evolution;
be inevitable, please.

Let it be a genetic code
we need to uncoil our lizard brains;
no more amygdala in a maze, but
a neocortex without limits of skullcap; 
no more fight or flight.
Could we grow wings, please?

Let it be proof 
we are not alone,
not fully of this world, that
there is another home waiting 
for us when we’re done
with this one or another.
Flower, forest, ocean, desert, ice,
we’ll take anything and everything 
if it hasn’t been ruined, please.

Sifting deep-faked nothings, 
I scan the web, 
looking for confirmation that
we are not alone. Hoping
something’s out there that can
save us from ourselves.
So far, all I’ve found is solitude. Strangely, 
gazing back at Earth, it’s a relief.
Let us be enough, please.

John Paul Caponigro is an internationally collected visual artist and published author. He leads unique adventures in the wildest places on earth to help participants creatively make deeper connections with nature and themselves. View his TEDx and Google talks at
https://www.johnpaulcaponigro.art/poetry/