Keyvan Tabari

Copyright Keyvan Tabari 2021. All Rights Reserved.

Hey Oracle:

Pull up a chair please.

Sit on it or stand.

We will gather around,

To give you ground.

Tell us the tale of years to come,

Or the past bygone,

When the horses roamed

The hills unbound.

History, her story, the story of it.

The stars that twinkle at night.

The moon that shines, and then it’s gone.

Where does it go?

Whence do they come?

And why?

Puzzles, you say, “questions eternal. “

But what about intelligence?

Human intelligence;

Artificial intelligence?

Back to where we were?

Roaming with the horses 

Of wild, Imagination?

(February 4, 2021)

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