Who made you replicant human
Devoid of empathy or just plain
Sensibility that the world
Of your projections is an ephemeral
Event made of someone else's mind
Perhaps you are not even human
But a bundle of digital apparatus
With a programmed script of responses
Without critical reflections---
See how your inner torture of neediness
Wanting more, rejecting “different”
Just plain stupidity
So destroys the fabric of relationships
But we are of the human realm
Not yet the manufactured robotics
Of --AI, secretly coded in conspiracy
We are the realm of hope and fear
Where dreaming creates myriad worlds
Of Heaven and Hell, our stories alive
With pleasure or pain, animating wild
Momentary projections imagined
Actors on a screen reflecting back to us
Whether welcome or rejected
An endless round of confusion
Empty of substantiation
We can never trust
For their coming and going
Yet, we are seers of the divine
Called numerous names
Within and Without
Outside time –A La Ho
