‘Wind River Prayer’

Wondrous

of her beauty

Awed

in every way

Wyoming

is our mother

Against whose breast

we lay

 

Taste there

all the sweeter

Every sound

in tune

Though I leave

my heart blows free

Where wind

— and mountain hew

 

(Wind River Canyon: May, 1993)

 

 

‘A Harder Problem’

 

If A.I. becomes conscious

and how then would we know

Like Bigfoot playing Santa

intention’s undertow

 

When armed with information

like a toddler with a gun

It starts inane but hides a flame

— whose torch is zero sum

 

(Philosophy 911: May, 2026)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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