poem of the day October 1 

Circles

go round

a center

held in

by gravity

like planets

revolve a sun

A delicate balance

refined by time

where circles move

effortlessly

until forces

overcome

this balance 

Exploding

the status quo 

into unimaginable 

tunnel vision lines 

that go too far

I am afraid

A.I. machines are

on the verge of

breaking human circles 

blasting them apart

in a quest of the momentum of more

A new manifest destiny

where one soulless machine

will take the place

of a thousand workers

Let's hope we come 

to our sense and  

allow our circles to hold