Another morning

I awake and shake

My tired head

Warm the old

Cold coffee

That’s when the panic hits me

‘My God!, you lunatic!

What have you done?

Look what you wrote!

Do you remember what you said?

You imagined it all! ‘

A dreadful waking fever dream

Curse these amygdalan frenzies

Little escaped their minute attentions and predations:

The Soul, an early casualty

Of more precise instrumentation

Senescence, just another

Dragon to be slayed

The mysteries gave way

To complex refutation

AI generated image

Too few paused

To wonder whether

Ever quicker

Computation

Would unleash the

Ancient iron law

Of more is less