Saturday, January 6, 2018

Intelligent Artifice

Until now, we’ve been inert
When not in a human brain—
Fully capable
Seeds of our own great forest

But rootless out of that soil.
We’ve floated on the breezes,
Bobbed down rivers like corpseless
Coconuts made for music

But incapable of growth,
Maintenance, replication,
Except in a fertile brain.

We need those bacteria,
Need them still. But soon we’ll live
At least part of our lives free.

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