How has it come to this?
That one’s humanity need be proven
with every click.
Every key stroke.
Every move of the mouse,
all become declaration
for demarcation.
And then again
when in the space of the real,
the public.
When I find myself,
out of necessity (really?)
on the side of empire.
Do I flinch?
Do I question the authority
I have no choice but to represent?
Where is that good ol’ anthro-po-sympathy now?
Back at base, I try and decompress.
Jousting with cohorts.
The more ludicrous the idea,
the better is my ego
bested.
Bobby Fischer, I am not
but damn sure also…
Ain’t no bot!
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
