Curiosity leads out into the light,
In which, like a bubble, it bursts.
Confess, why do you so beckon, enlightenment?
Who decides about the meeting with you?

Darkness from below pushes.
Is it not the cause?
Proclaims itself God
Yesterday a human,
And today a machine.

There’s our evolution,
Homo sapiens is not the summit.
And so a resolution is called for:
Red Clay has served its time.