Poems and Prose #100 - Favored

God's damned biases
paint the green grass
with an ebony sheen,
infusing human minds
with the algorithms of some
nineteen-times-removed machine,

analyzing data
we've already seen,
traversing all
the lands to which
we've too many times
heretofore, together, been.

Poems and Prose #99 - Burnished

Corrupted by corruption,
I abruptly cease
my trusting nature
and flee the scene
without compunction,

inundating all
surrounding structures
with reflections of
the hazy distance's
seduction,

reduced, at last,
to some hollowed-out
assumption,
perfunctory
its epoch-long induction.