A.I. Images (Blogophilia 45.17)
It is a dream An artifice Created by computers To an unreal ideal A stone chapel In someone's mind Trying to achieve Innocence.
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A Cliff Edge (Blogophilia 44.17)
The Stranger appears Dressed in red and black He beckons me toward him I know the purpose The edge of the abyss For everyone I back away It can't be my time Unless it is everyone's That final crash Humanity is bent on