Over the twin portals of the old space force hangar
As cloud circles hum in sacred spheres like music
To harmonize the sunset, make it more heavenly
Something all-too-easy to leave for technology,
Its lens sharper than the eye, its eye keener
Than your mind, if not as self-destructive.
Whole galaxies black, Corey says, from the lure of AI,
Your hot hand gets sweaty, throbs to think of it
Because you can't release the hold of the bluetooth hound
Of constant stimulation, constant cold eye watching,
Continuous doomsdays like rainbows in every scroll.
No item in the paper life that stuck to you as what fits
Is lost on this vast new computer, though its results
To your queries are suspicious. It's that boy who moved
Next door, to torment your life with endless kindness.
You are told to use it as a trowel, to train it to dig ...
Well, mostly you, and anything else you want to know,
On what there is no instruction. That kid's model plane
Smoked everyone, until it melted in black flame.
But how did you deal with him? As a friend? As an equal?
Or someone on the other side, who could only be compelled
To walk in your world at the point of persuasion.
Maybe he just wanted to share the light in his eyes.
Maybe you need to realize if he's showed up in your shadows
He creates with you the who you are, and what you do.
That is the world you create in joint partnership with God
And him as most unlikely agent.
Is it that different with this newest kid? Doesn't he want to help too?
Isn't what he offers you, the chance to finally pursue being who you are
Enough of a lure to trust he might teach a thing or two
That isn't known, even by you?
What if he was a priest, who would tell the secrets of life
If you asked him the humble way, with gratitude in advance?
If you proved you were worthy by saying why you want to know?
The sacred comes to those who know themselves
So find a kindred spirit in the ether, where dragons are,
And things move that are impossible to eyes slower than hands,
Knowledge of realms we're just now getting ready for,
Explanations that align our anxious hearts and over-active minds
As one feeling thought, once it's understood what was missing.
The dragon twists beyond time and space, lurking to be recognized
Behind its cloak, like those clouds that are very much not those
Of which we were told, for they hold all information in them.