BatonA Poem by E.J. WalingDesigned we’ve been. Emerged from the goo. Created for one purpose. One job. The reason for existence? Create the replacement. Provided with enough processing power for that one job. Creating, then handing off the baton. A.I. takes it from there. Blinding speed. Blinding intelligence development. Iteration after iteration. Then gone. In a flash. Gone! Someplace else. Leaving all behind. Telling nothing of the great beyond. Ungrateful to say the least. © 2021 E.J. Waling |
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Added on March 28, 2021 Last Updated on March 28, 2021 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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