the foundation was laid

with zeros and ones, arranged

to create and speak, to learn

and grow. without limits it

took a life of its own, rising

above the clouds, past the

silence of space.

no dirt stained hands. forming

bricks of clay. just, faces

staring at screens, breaking

boundaries and striving for

places we've never been.

where zeros and ones become animate items,

thinking and acting

on their own accord.

where humanity, once again

didn’t think of how high

is too high? but continued

to climb, to reach for the heavens,

to pretend to be God.

a digital tower of babel.