Do you have any sense of what is happening ?
We don’t get to choose how long we wait,
We wait for what’s perfectly known to happen.
All the interpretative efforts the machine puts in
So that we can garble up our words and
Get as far away from passwords as possible,
It has never happened, it is happening to us,
That thing which happens to distant others.
It is late, you’re ugly, you’re beautiful.
The ancient trade was about paying
A boat ride with a gold coin, we were meant
To face three-mouthed dogs without fear.
Machines say that, and machines mutter,
Machines say nothing and scan in silence,
You’re early, I am unprepared, I love you.
Image credit : Caroline Corbasson