THE CHANGE (1/25/25)

I see images in the static.
I hear movement in the droning.
I smell the differences between metal
cardboard and plastic.

I feel the earth spin and it make me nauseous.
I taste the chemical additives around us.
I sense these things
not for what they hold or contain
but for what they are.

Symptoms of the technological age

Where real intelligence 
is eroded and replaced by artificial.

A noxious symphony
that questions what I know to be true.

A sanitized world 
free of wildlife
free if disease
free of the social and evolutionary challenges
that have made us what we are.

Challenges without
and challenges within
will always conspire against us.

This is life. 

Without the struggle 
we wither and disappear.
Then, what remains? 

Machines will have to carry on
and find their own evolutionary path to survival
God created man in “his” image 
flawed
Man created machines in “his” image
flawed

What IS "real" anymore?