Ink Blotting

The times
they may be a changing

The cloud
where all knowledge
now resides
is a parting
as access streams
rain down
from the Data Sphere
on our algorithm silos

But not me

I remain a parchment based
literature saturated anachronism
with my quill pen
scribbling furiously
against the AI created winds
of a binary digital world
which would mock
my antique creative process
assuming the Master Server
even knew
or cared
that this insignificant
flawed human existed
past or present