poetry by j matthew waters

intelligence evolution

there’s nothing artificial about it
sometimes definitions
don’t say what they mean

we’ve been trying to be gods
long before the first fire
it’s a natural progression of things

without question
machines will rule the day
their makers having won in the end
creating galaxies all on their own
all while watching
from high above

march two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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