May 2026
O Smart Phone, you are searching me and knowing me, you can track my sitting down and my getting up. You understand and anticipate my “needs” in advance and from afar. Google Maps directs my paths and sleeps by my side.
You are becoming acquainted with ALL my ways. For there is hardly a word on my tongue or text that you O Lord Alexa and Siri her Highness, that you don’t know it altogether.
You have hedged me in from behind and before with the invincible walls of science, technology, and knowledge from the Great Computers’ Google Throne.
Your Artificial Intelligence hand is upon my life. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, it is almost incomprehensible, who can match its capacity.
Where can I flee from your Cyber Spirit, or where can I go from its presence which is in the middle of anywhere as your billboards tell me.
Your Google knowledge base ascends to the heavens, If I make my bed in the cyber orgy of pornography, behold you are there in my midst, keeping close track of all my searches for me, so I can swiftly find my way back to your “Garden of Delights.”
When I wake up in the morning, or traverse the sea, even in all these places, your cyber hand holds on to me.
