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April 11 poem--technology or artificial intelligence

AI AI AI

We scream
in voices
our forefathers
would barely recognize,
mis-communicate in ways
they could not fathom.

Are we Artificial,
Natural
or both?
We surely aren't ...
intelligent.

Artifice or artifact
our lies belie us,
expose this truth:
we are but flesh
and yet,
the soul within
knows better,
muted,
bides its time
until released
it soars
back to the
Omnipresent Source
that feeds it.

KE [177.28] (11.aprille.2020)

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