I the Simulated

I the simulated am a computer simulation who asks why things seem real yet not quite enough (the old philosophers knew before computers something was awry with reality) and my being still asks me for

poetry madness, poems, steven humphreys

Riding on a Moonbeam

We’ll never find out who or what keeps us in existence we’re in the program and they’re out of reach Some Scientists and Philosophers say we are in a simulation ‘a virtual reality’ If so, who made it? Then, who made them? They could

Mechanical Man

The mechanical man can’t help what he is tired of acting doing what is expected being told what to think do and be but the machine can’t change what had been created it can plow the field like a maniac