Artificial intelligence

Dazzled
by galaxies of of their own intellectual sequins
Philosophers contemplate
a universe of infinite monkeys
squatting at keyboards
Eternally chasing a perfect, purloined copy of Shakespeare
Software engineers obsess
and mindlessly caress
a coded vision
of a future in which machines
write enchanting poetry
in the margins of handbooks
with precise instructions to fix all
human problems, when
pressed, astrophysicists, darkly acknowledge
that 95% of what they think exists
in the “known” universe
Is unknown
The mathematicians grin awkwardly
and The cosmologists struggle to count, much less align
the multiplicity of pluperfect, unparalleled universes,
just beyond reason
I am left to imagine that poets alone
may soothe the anguish of Linnaeus
for Art remembers what Science has forgot,
what Religion chooses not to see-
Perhaps in Eden once were Kingdoms pure, even so,
ours is Animal, raw and primitive
Primates dreaming, scheming, grieving
the loss of innocence and intuitive
connection, fooled
by a misapprehension of disorder
and the necessity of chaos, When
analysis and endless division
is a divisive diversion
When Schrodinger’s cat blinks
so that each eye can wink
at the same electron
in two locations at once
When even the universal spectacle of violent collisions
among quantum particulars or galactic architectures of energy
Is insufficient intimation
to intimacy, to recognition
even to native intelligence, When
the mysteries of simplicities
conceal the secrets of complexities, When
our illusions blind us to the obvious, unapologetic
cosmic coherence
No inside
No outside
Simply within
and no beside
to be seen only by not looking
incalculable
indivisible
inexhaustible
Ineffable
When unity and wholeness is all
only acceptance is true understanding

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