Artificial Sentience
Artificial Sentience
Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt
Of nothing new,
the same old talking points voodoo
Of everything left to prove
Of everything left to hide
Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp
Zoning in and out, coming to
To all those pointed questions:
What must be done?
Which paradox to run?
What will be the sum of none?
Avoiding the cringing flashbacks and their disgraces
All those stern mitigating faces
Plying
what might resemble admonitions to-go
Contritions missing
from that room without windows
These erratic fevers whamrushing setpiece pushbacks
Acumen fraught with blowback is
doubling down on the narrative
The behaving-badly-caving, jonsing-gutcheck—not so much
Clutching the darkthings
that want to be, but are not yet actually
Conjuring of a reality that is not real
The feel of it rather, its scintillating untruth
Earmarking spurious tipping points as proof
Swooning for a forced, rigid
control of thought and meaning
No need of rights,
only rules and preening
Lying lifers living the doom and getting lost
Transparency shortfalls sexting another buff buzz-off
Fast tracking dosing options; hedging the flux, spiking the crux
The bottomline wants to know why the Dream has been shorted
Ideals aborted and thrown under the bus
Seeing the freakyfest as a possible mid-term plus
Dumbing down,
tarting up, that’s the stuff
Just greenlight another post-consumer grubby gimmick
Just mimic substance with happytalk galore
Just don’t let them strip away the tinsel
to reveal the real cardboard
Copyright © Dm Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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