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Jun 2018
Speck of
existence.
Beyond
insignificant.
Floating.
Floating in
infinity.
Infinity
within
infinities.
Unseeable,
unknowable.
Specks
on a
a speck are
we.
Regarded
not by the
void.
Destine to
blink
out of
existence.
But,
perhaps,
just perhaps
enters
Artificial Intelligence
Techno Sapien,
then
like the
mustard seed
exploding
to fill
the void!
John Prophet
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John Prophet
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