Na/GloPoWriMo #12: No More Sense Than the Ancient Mariner
by Michael Doyle

The river grew as it pushed
Outward with its rich sediment
Yet still, in this modern age, mankind
Though too often willfully blind
Fancies itself some sort of giver
Richly filled with vapid sentiments
As it pushes up into the skies
Now knowing it is naked before the gods' eyes
Terra incognito is more than expression
More, as if, it knew it's lasting impression
As if willful ignorance of robotics law
Could break through the seams of unspoken walls
That separate man from artificial intelligence
By something more than idle irrelevance
There is spoiled beauty in technology
That always seems to get the best of you and me
If only we could lean what it has to teach
Still, that unsurprisingly remains out of reach
Here in the heart of the cold metal spaceship
Might the darkness in which tumble, lead us to worship?

(c) April 12, 2021  Michael Doyle
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