Rooms Hum at Davos

Transported from rows blooming in mustards

across the sea, to the magic mountain of Davos,

sly parody or novel of formation?

High above flatlands where cold rooms hum,

lame ducks are stuck on the global migration crisis.

Wait, do you know the humanist, Petrarch?

Flying on your world visa like birds without borders,

play that high hand, play that new churchill solitaire,

grasping for control of the internet of things...

Many come to close a gender gap in that nature of things

on a spectrum... goals are just wishes without a plan...

Trading privacy for data, transitioning in this fast evolution

at the beginning of the fourth industrial revolution,

mushrooms hide under rocks of global security.

The King of Davos talks creativity and tech, thanks for that!

We are not prisoners in a predestined future, thanks for that!

STAY HUMAN! Wise, they say we must preserve our humanity.

Man of creation runs on homos rum, high whine flows with the fine.

Creation of adam in the shape of the brain touches our human finger to AI

creation of madman. The first transhumans from our lips to one g-dmind,

search for legal protection from having another read their mind.

Out of line, Out of time, oblivious to the big decisions rooms hum

on return to rows where the mustards still bloom and forum.

mushroom anagrams rooms hum and homos rum