The poem was published in Do Pick’s book AFTER DUSK.
who carries love across
when there is no from no to
instant and online every feeling
thought drifts in ai generated curls
though the word curls no one understands anymore
it remembers for us
what it must what it can
slowly everything rewrites itself
everyone sees the present differently
this void between past and future
where there is no other shore
standing still
still standing
facing one direction
every human
a small device in the hand
that has overwritten the world
chathpt the new almighty
its knowledge infinite and we learn from it to live
there is no love to carry across
no love that should be carried
no love we no longer know what it is
or why it should be taken anywhere
the old poets are all gone
no book left worth turning a page
and on the wall we stretch the images apart
to zoom in on the essence
(illustration: painting by Jean Michel Basquiat)