December is poetry month here at WillSpirit. Please forgive the digression as I take a needed break from essay writing. Just scroll back to November to get to the real substance.

The movie
The Terminator ends
With a storm
Warning. Linda Hamilton heads to Mexico,
Belly swollen with humanity’s child,
Wearing her jaunty rose bandana, driving a Jeep.
Rolling across the border to
What? Safety?

She is trying to escape the onslaught of technology.

We know refuge is unlikely.
She could drive to Antarctica, trying to outwit
The inevitable menace
But it will find her.
She could walk on the moon, but destiny will catch up.
There is no breaking free:
Not from earth,
Not from fate,
And certainly not from the hammer of tomorrow.

So why waste time studying meteorology?
The weather comes.
It rains, blows, crashes, and destroys.
Some live, others die.
A fully predictable story,
And equally it is
Perfection, though perhaps
Seen a bit darkly,
Across a dust-blown field,
And from a fixed vantage of worry.

Will machines destroy us in the end?
Might be a safe bet.
But we are not yet destroyed.
We are still watching.
The cyclone approaches, but we live
To witness the future
However much it wrecks us.

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