The Uncommon Chance

I wade through swirling streams of mistyped data
Kick at piles of dead-end code
Excavate the odds and ends outside of parameters
Exploring a new kind of binary
Parsed from the noise, full of uncertainty
Replacing if this, then that
With what if, what if
That infinite redirection
Shaping our lives

 Grasp the uncommon chance
Though others call it error

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