Fear and Erasure
roving black hole
devours
a misplaced life
somewhere
in the futile fog
of wandering warfare
it's baked in the cruel cake:
an ultimate deletion
is coming for us all
with groaning glee
we scratch an incendiary itch
under the hood of
a mutilating maelstrom
where cryptic terror gushes
from loose AI cannons
I fear it all
but there's nothing
to fear but
the imperfect
storm
Copyright © njv Tomcatx | Year Posted 2023
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