Joined

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 19, 2024 

Joined.
Battle’s
been
joined.
Forces
aligned.
Spinning
in the
cloud.
Percolating
in the
dark.
Power.
Control.
Future’s
at stake.
Battlefield,
folds
of the
mind.
Capture
the soul.
Ultimate
control.
Singularity
approaches,
nearly
here.
Dark
forces
at work.
All
that was
will be
no more.
Moral
dilemma.
Who’ll
win the
day?
Utopia?
Dystopia?
Which
will it
be?
Question
immemorial.
Soon.
Time
is at
hand.

 

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