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