poetry, trails of thought

And so you offer[ed.] me [nothing …]

You claim

I maim


But no price was ever set –

Nor did you specify whose ownership 

Would ever beget

Anything like

Anything cool;

Just the vague understanding

From a cipher of a person

Too young and unwise to know

The implications

Of algorithms inhuman;

And now possessed of this character 

Too cowardly 

To take obvious responsibility 

For a mess entirely 

Of her doing.


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