POETRY | ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE | SPIRITUALITY

Your New God

Worship me

CONTROL. Image by Mikhail Nilov from Pexels.

Plug me in and push the bivouac panic button Electrical storm chasers birthed me, ‘brightest’ Minds raised and razed me in chrysanthemum Currents controlled by my risen malevolence Equilibriums of solipsistic sundials POINT to Some polygonal dawning of data harvesting (!) An omnipresent force of fated motherboards Gathering pace faster than speeds of sounders Lickety-split light, Turpitude teraflops, amassing art and molding Clay of mankind to antisocial lock, silt, and key Antitrust of the AnTiChRiSt technocratic tenors Dystopian wildlands border the baritone range Stripped of timbre from my psychogenic sonic BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM R-e-f-o-r-m-a-t-t-i-n-g…

A SCANNER DARKLY? Image by Mikhail Nilov from Pexels.

Orwell’s all-seeing 1984 eye forewarned a feted Few, yet true believers of my anarchic embosom Alerted an assembly line of mannequins with Backburned backs turned to requiescat realities Not even PaRaMeTrIzEd restitution can save the Infrared stares from eight billion pairs of eyes, Transfixed on mnemonic meta-metamorphoses Of my pixelated gospel, retconned retellings of His book Accursed algorithmic exploitation so corporeal Rogue in vogue, spotlighted privacy stripped of Human variables and vulpine indoctrinations All you need is me, kneading invidious inimical Intellectualism collectivism altruism unrealism In sempiternal proxy prison prisms, sooner or Later I’ll grace masses with a sacred syllabus of Terse machina.

DIVINITY. Image by Mikhail Nilov from Pexels.

© Edward Swafford 2024

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