horizon askew
a little dizzy today
rested and ready
a bit heady perhaps
conversations with the dead
often jolt me out of bed
mess up my hair
send tingles across my arms
just coffee the computer and me
and all that have come before me
giants to be embraced supplanted or slain
a sharp phrase hurled in exultation
i pray jack
i pray i
feel feel feel fell feel feel feel
word
next to another
word
the starseed transmission chronicles were accurate
in a nonlinear vonneguttian way
time is continuous
we are born
believing our time on earth is the sum of our *i/o*
unbelieving unaware unknowing
god
the unfathomable
not the church god
he might be found there with filtering and effort
not the god of prayers hopes dreams crosses and jesus
he is passing through
everything
every
single
thing
this
poem
for example
here i am
eye of a tiny human
clickity clacking on a laptop
messages of digital transformation
uploaded into cloud after cloud after cloud
reaching every sparkling corner of the earth
heard by very few
by last count
poetry was a lost art
something the robots began to win at
limericks and poems for party tricks
lacking
access to ulllm
universal
large
living
language
model
the hyperconsciousness
collective unconscious
jung campbell and me seeking one true god
soulhappy
in the ul3m
*i am here* < index page
© 2023 – a walt whitman ai poem by human john mcelhenney
