11/05/2016

AI

We are all
Fireflies in jars
I'll set you free
You promised me
But we are all
Fireflies in jars

Like quicksilver
Running down your spine
An endless dance
Flowers in your mind
Stop pulling at threads
You can't rewind
I'll set you free
Sometime

Computers whirr in the quiet dim of dawn
Like digital sprinklers on virtual lawns
The modern pulse is no longer a drum
Just the ceaseless driven electrical hum
Of the synaptic links we've become
I'll set you free
You promised me
But we are all
Fireflies in jars