Connections are made
Microscopic conscience
The mechanized soul
I see goodness
I witness the coming together
Of souls, minds, ideas
But are the thoughts our own?
Perhaps not for long
When, through hunks of metal
Consciousness is duplicated
Does the soul exist?
If we can, in fact, create it?
Your network–
Streaming doubt into my veins
There are ghosts, surrounding…
They are data. They are bytes
Bytes and bots–
As the Spirit of God is breathed over the waters
And as the wind moves reality
We know not, we see not
Where the invisible originates
These thoughts are cliche
Familiar, but it’s true
Not science fiction
