In the Veins of a God

Numbed by nonsense, I

Often observe on a

Webex: how words, work, and wisdom—

It’s increasingly AI.

There seems a single brain,

Some algorithmic wit,

Profiting off pilfered speech

Learning slowly its own name.

And this singular CV

Illuminates that we

Now know so much yet I

Ask: “is this ‘we’ all that well-known?”

People play with a grand idea

As such I seek within

Researching Panacea

That may this madness clear

One day, a paper cut

Forced me anew to see.

My blood brought what was far to near:

Epiphany!

Now it’s plain, a part of me

              Has the thought:

“I am in the vein, an artery

              Of a god.”