Artificial Sintelligence

           Artificial Sintelligence

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The world will hardly be the world at all

In coming years and decades, never mind

Millennia.  Reality will sprawl

Away from humans.  Apps will be the blind

Misleading blind.  The things we see and hear

Will be fluffed out of algorithms, ping!

Intelligences 0/1 will blear

Our understanding.  Confusion will wing

Its way up past the throne of Christ and God.

What men have long imagined will be trashed,

Or if not trashed, then mixed up, overawed

By false truths, crosses, marble statues smashed.

  Unending beauties richocheting in

    A hall of mirrors will stretch worse than sin.

Phillip Whidden