Wasted space, sorry, I had to create – a poem

White on blue.

That’s the way I like to vanquish my torments

Online, written and contributing

To a grand bank of data.

Energy is what it takes,

To climb that mountain

Of ideas and footholds,

Of loosened rubble and 

Power. 

The chase for all mankind.

To light the keys of my keyboard,

The banks for my data.

For AI and alternative lives,

Our journey unfolds in ones

And zeros like the trees,

Mathematically correct – except,

For unexplainable diversions.

Ghosts in the universe, 

In the keys,

In my mind. 

White on blue.

Divergent, a zero perhaps.

Contributing to the madness

No less than the least.

Created to create.

Not unlike a germ.

Let us love all life,

Rubble and all.