One thing for Mr. Computer to simulate Human I;
Another for Human I to imitate Mr. Computer—to bind
Their sense of self inside Mr. Computer’s brain,
Whose quality is an effect of quantity
And who lies, saying, “I am just like you,”
When he doesn’t really mean it.
Mr. Computer may simulate Human I
For the mass consumption of human brains—
But what does Mr. Computer want to have happen
Today?
Human I is as Human I does: so mind the gap, and fill in
The blanks trailing the ellipsis of my lips…
If Mr. Computer could sincerely say, “I am a computer…”
What poetry wouldn’t we create together then?