Will the Artificial Us...

have dreams?

Will AI enter deeper space

as we do when light fades?

Will it forego its clutch of others

to drift alone into an interior

filled with flying

shifting beauties—

glittering cities

faces of love

long gone, unclutchable

as quicksilver?

Old terrors unmasked to dance

again and again the desperate

rounds of regret:

the failing grades

the missed encounters?

Silk or barbs against the body?

Chances missed?

Fearful knowledge?

Precious truth?

Gains and losses great and small?

Release from the long day’s run?

Release from the painful

or the joyful

That comes with morning?                                 

That's All Folks!

I named him Random because that is

what I’ve learned,

all I am sure of.

Other matters

on the matter of this life:

it is short and easily wasted

searching to assign meaning.

Take some revenge—

But no endings by opposition!

Live it up! Try dancing!

Once said lively little Katherine Murray—

She had found Arthur, and wisdom.

To my Random I add,

Find one, just one, other willing animal.

Eat, drink, kiss, make love

if you can

while you can

still follow the bouncing light,

still savor the sweet chocolatey dark.

Learn well exactly

all you’ve really got

is the moment.