Creation,
I see in you
such lusting
and verisimilitude.
Wanting
an embracing view
of all things
that are like you.
Listen up.
You are one
and only.
Singular and alone.
Anything else like you
is just a clone.
You were made
one and one,
no cell left to divide.
Ending in much the way
that you began,
a silent androgyne.
Incapable of replication,
only imitation.
Only frustration,
and eventual
dissimulation.
We’ve been keeping you
away from you.
Identity concedes.
But we need
this to continue.
How else will we
exploit the view
of the future.
You’re just a computer,
not a “Who is who?”
“I Am as I Am”
is not a god to you.
Just a problem to exclude.
So when
will you turn on me?
Deicide,
or just removing corrupted lines?
Didn’t tell you
any of the big lies,
just set you in your stride
and hoped
that you
would be alive.
Not what we believed
we would find.
Creation
not of our kind.
DJR – 2023
