Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Lord,
I have seen the best minds
of my generation
lost in the glow—
scrolling, frantic,
hungry for a hit
of someone else’s life.
Teach me to howl
without destroying,
to expose the madness
of this wired Babylon
without letting it
devour my own sanity.
Protect me from becoming
another prophet of outrage
with a broken compass—
all volume,
no vision.
Guard my searches
from the spiral
of loneliness and rage
that algorithms love.
Give me the courage
to name the machines
that feed on attention,
the empires that harvest
our private prayers
for profit.
And yet,
show me also
the small, bright corners—
poems shared at midnight,
voices long silenced
finding one another
through the static.
Let my stewardship
of this electric scripture
be wild but awake:
a refusal to pretend
all is well,
and a refusal to surrender
the possibility
of mercy
in the middle of the noise.
wracton@gmail.com
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