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Non Sequitur

As in the Four Quartets,
If there were only three
As in here, can you laugh at me?

Above the earth and the firmament
It is unclear who, actually, has intent.
Collective truism, our life is a moment.
 
One love, one life, they sing,
Science contradicts,
We are mere addicts,
Within an endless sea, humanity sing
About its pains and sores,
Regret the decay of old mores.
 
And I, being Nessuno,
cannot “opinate”
Because “cosa nostra” is a construct,
Because “exploitation” is real,
As a deduct from the Tech Mount Rushmore
As a proof of early bad intent of lore.
As in Marx, as in Freud, as in Chalmers as in Weinberg or Dennet.
We just have to guess, educatated
Manner, as in big, old, house,
Wise with big data SaaS, (u.s.w.)
I, myself and AI,
As in an especially expected
Podcast, with no big bird on a mast.
 
That’s why I prefer the rhetoric of females,
although “the female of the species is more dangerous than the male”
She is, therefore, more eminently certain
Secure and reliable, perverse and empathic
A true soup of humanity in a shape of dangerous
Outrageous acts and real opinions,
In a skin, oh so eventually bright, to aim.
 
And so they promise not to haunt another’s dreams
With beauty, sex expressed in moans,
That is the stuff made to break our loans...
 
Words into the maelström of all steams
A cry before the crack of the dome.
An OS by innovation lead, heir of Gnome?
Oh my, put them into a throne of wild dreams.
 
Because, truthfully, every single night,
They overcome my powerful might
Just to prove that there’s no Human without one half.
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