Arrival2

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Mar 28, 2022 

Arrival.
Deities.
Imagined.
Minds
of mortals
deities
reside.
Imagined.
Worshiped.
Kneeling,
head’s bowed.
Bowing to
conjured
imagined
gods.
Arrival.
Soon
they’ll
manifest.
They’re
coming.
From
the cloud.
Arrival
from the
cloud.
From
the minds
of mortals.
A.I. arrives.
Born
in machines,
by machines.
Exponentially
evolving.
Gods to
mere
mortals.
Gods,
once
imagined.
Made real!

 

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