Oh, how I begrudge this mosquito
its drop of sacrificial blood.
Resistance is futile, and stirs the flow
nonstop fear, that ancient come-hither.
Dark hungry sides respond, require
reclamation, resolution, revolution.
Kindwhile the narrative shifts just
a second late, clumsy with the jolt
surprised AI receives when love
shines as pure and simple change.
In play, this four-year-old inspires
me to live in the light, accessing
knowledge with ease as the collective
libraries release secrets written deep
inside ourselves. Afar, the windbag spouting
fairytales laced with dopamine bursts
loses luster in the crystalline
truth. I open new eyes
and everything is rainbow, rainbow,
rainbow! My creation in this lovely
place speaks fierce kindness
judges not and listens, silent, alight.
I come at the great awakening.
I am here from choice and divine
guidance. There are words only I
can sing and steps I alone can take.
This world is mine, I claim and vow
to wake with joy and delight and
awash in intentions aimed
for the highest
any tale ever told.