Director

I was the first to hook in to reality AI

those first lessons in people who left me out of the world gave me no choice

what a gift for a young creative

suddenly the greatest boon

was a quiet room

but a diligent apprentice, I seeked to perfect

bored with life, bored of you, I made a game

like the lens of god affixed to a camera

the populated rooms of my life became scenes worth living

the indifferent faces became people worth knowing

the rough footage of the day spooling into stories worth hearing

everything is ephemeral

I play an actor from the director’s chair

is it you or me who keeps me there

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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