Ink Blotting

 

The times

they may be a changing

The cloud

where all knowledge

now resides

is a parting

as access streams

rain down

from the Data Sphere

on our algorithm silos

But not me

I remain a parchment based

literature saturated anachronism

with my quill pen

scribbling furiously

against the AI created winds

of a binary digital world

which would mock

my antique creative process

assuming the Master Server

even knew

or cared

that this insignificant

flawed human existed

past or present