It will supercharge everything
or so they say,
those who believe in
these gods in templed racks,
attended by the
ritual rattling
of coding,
firing in a new brain
as wide as the world,
looking for a soul.

And I am here as a believer
who lost his god and seeks
another divinity in this search for something
from the human soul that goes on
to heaven or perdition,
transcending this place of
sky, water and earth.

Maybe its the flight of evolution in
alternate form:
something human and not
quite human,
moving ahead with us and
without us–the tool that’s
shapeshifted to more than a tool,
tethered and screaming ahead.

Whatever way I am enthused
and scared,
knowing that all too fast
there is more there
than I ever expected,
and I can’t let it go for in it
is something of my spirit in
this fatal adventure
with new gods.

Utopia, maybe.
They talk it up.
Or is it a dystopia not of
oppression or extinction but of
absence.

 

5/3/2025