I want to talk about here and now
what’s going on
With you and me
It’s a question I need to ask you, specifically
I refuse to ask chatgpt
ChatGPT came in an envelope
Like anthrax or a lost letter
To open up dialogue
between human and machinery
As fragmented kaleidoscopic images that seem life-like
swirl round and round
endlessly
We free fall through AI generated futures
of several distorted realities
Destination unknown Depths unseen
We loose track of the tenets
of time and
mortality
What a hellscape we managed to weave
into the tapestry of
humanity