Jan 17
The time has come and gone for groaning,
For yearning, reflecting, and desiring any
Thing or person or time or place—nothing
Excites the synapses in my fractured mind
Numbness without substances, pure apathy
Mastering all, excited by none, pushed out
Of all enterprises I patronize or apply to for
Work; but what’s work in a world that’s been
Automized. Everything is a computer, a robot
A soulless intelligence that supersedes all of
Humanity’s combined. Termination is closer
Than any one of us, besides Musk, realizes
