Alignment Poem by John Prophet

Alignment



Time, it's
running
out.
The way
things were
will be
no more.
Tribes will
vanish,
blend.
Thinking
aligns.
Technology
sculpts.
Individualism
fades.
Mind
transformed,
altered,
aligned.
Subtle.
Alignment
subtle.
Artful
control.
Technology
absorbs,
alters,
unknowingly
altered.
Forming.
Shaping.
Changing.
Technology
homogenizes,
influences
dulling descent.
Global thinking
regulation
control.
The way
things were
fading away.
Uniformity,
conformity,
will now
rule
the way.

Alignment
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
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