Moth Circuitry (a poem)

Monday, March 3, 2025

// an evolution or adaptation of the previous verse //

on site
string space—
digital, meaning encrypted.

sound the alarm, five miles out
from target.

flush the socials
straight into the corral—
yes, we’ve got them now.

the strings have never been strung tighter,
this cord, this woven fiber,
thriving with the flood of channeled data,
extreme processing, production,
multiplying observations—

and zooming out, sixteen times—
we can’t keep taking all this,
our neo-cortex finally ruptures
and they—whoever they are—
take advantage.

hyper-surveillance systems
other AIs, built to work for them,
processing—
a whole bank of fake persons,
bots, ten times more efficient,
sixteen times the zoom.

look at this world,
where did the worker go?

send them in—
a desperate attempt—
justice, superimposed.

spin doctors, like witches,
but never hunted, never exposed.

weapons: PR and the pseudo-reality—
since print, it’s never been easier.

an event, a moment—
a squirrel—
camera switch, profile,
focus the attention,
don’t let them see
the wide angle.

the world spinning
at the end of everyone’s fingertips—
touch, swipe, zoom,
never let go.

reach out and touch someone.
the exo-communication,
the insulation,
the dissonance—
you can only dial up sensitivity so high.

a million lights burst on,
all the paths and their end,
illuminated in a cascading flood.

this is my son.

autism, at the light switch of genius,
blasting the neo-cortex
with the slightest twitch.

AND DO WE DEEP RESEARCH EVERY BIT?
0010110 // SCANNING // 5E9 POSSIBILITIES
0110101 // RUNNING SIMULATIONS // 00:04:58.3
1001100 // PROBABILITY CALCULATION
0101010 // VARIANCE THRESHOLD EXCEEDED
0001111 // DECISION PENDING…

DROID SPEAK:
a billion scenarios in five minutes,
deterministic loops cycling,
searching, predicting, re-rendering
until the answer is
whatever.

when you say die, kill, find,
replace with attack.

Jasper, Jarvis, talk to me Goose—
I need a bot I can anthropomorphize
that doesn’t cost me.

Xa—nee—Dr. Strange,
but like Vision,
just easier to tame.

time stone, no time at all.
reverse cue that tree scene
inside the gates of Wakanda.

in the flap of their wings,
hundreds of moths—
at each one of those thousand lights,
flooding the air.