Artificial Intelligence

Grethe enters a hypnagogic state of consciousness as she drowses on the branch of a fallen laurel tree.

In these hours
(soh)
batteries and hazel eyes

Without careful aim
we're blown
without careful aim
we’re here now
(toad)

Albion drawn in the ground
with a gemstone
a coiled shell

You are young
unbelieving
to live or grow
like Turing

An opponent
(soh)

We're here
so grow

You are young