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The More We go Into the Future, the More I Want to go Back - Feb. 6, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 6, 2025
  • 1 min read

the mouth must open wide

and enunciate “Artificial Intelligence”

 

most people my age don’t like to say it

the promise of God-like abilities

foreboding an inhuman culture

married to our own is frightening

 

I would like to go back in time

but to when?

 

the free-living and loving 60’s

 

the joy bubbling over

right after World War II

 

or much farther back

as an Indian - farming   hunting

and fishing the bounty of the

Great Plains a thousand years ago

 

everyone older needs

more than wants a place to call home

 

probably the best I can do

is wrap my arms around mine

 
 
 

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