Isn’t this a New World game?
Not in the tame sense of play
but more a proxy fight for autonomy
with democracy merely a Protestant
luxury of expanding markets? As
the AI noose slips around our necks
who wouldn’t try flying off earth
for a new venue’s nirvana. Isn’t Musk, a
stranger in a strange land, aiming high?
‘Twould be a miracle if America
could resist. Reinvent itself as Huxley’s
Island but ‘twould take more than
luck. Even two Millennia’s wisdom
beneath the sign of Holy Cross won’t
prepare us for the new insignias of
a fully manufactured life, as seen
in our wildest scifi nightmares
Whatever our poets dream
