Creeds and schools in abeyance.
Trippers and askers in abeyance.
All machinery puts to scorn the narrowest hinge in my finger.
The most intricate machinery is more complex than a joint of a finger.
Come, my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates,
and join the intricate machinery.
If you want me again, don’t look for me under your boot-soles.
The advent of AI, malevolent or friendly,
that mimics the human mind,
a random process where the future is independent on the past
given the present.