We dreaded the AI reign,
fearing smug extermination via
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-
Dear God, you are a lovely mess!