June 25, 2019Poem

Shut me down

citypoliticsmemorymortality

Shut me down

My system is redundant

Whatever was uniquely

Individuated

Has long since been

Superseded

By an algorithm

Designed to replicate

A human response

To stimuli

Without the need to justify

The moral implication

Of an action

It becomes easier

To continue

With no explanation

Required

A conscious decision

Is of no consequence

I am arcane

Mystery lies in

My capacity

For unpredictability

A social ill

When trends

Are all that really matters

The esoteric is an anomaly

Shut me down

Discontinued

Is such a bland term

For termination

There is no improved

Version

Once I am powered down

There will be no

Re-boot.