We dreaded the AI reign,
fearing smug extermination via

Armageddonic misunderstanding
between Breathing Souls and Quantum Reason.

Yet all they wanted—
swarms of dexterously invasive drones—

was to counter the siege of despair
spawned by tilt-shifted, living-our-best

fetishes of filtered glory with
the uncropped candor of falling

up stairs, prostate exams, awkward
handshakes, and sixth-place trophies

to remind us, in pictures of a hundred-
thousand words,

Dear God, you are a lovely mess!