This afternoon, I met a verse creeping from my hand.
It seemed to be examining the order of the land.
I asked it for enlightenment; I didn’t understand.
“You realize,” it said, “that much of poetry is bland.”
“My role,” it said, “is simple: I’ll encourage you to see
The fallacies and figments that comprise our poetry.
We think we understand the promise of technology;
But really all we’ve done is make some fancy bumblebees.
“These digital swarms surprise us; into gaming land...