Some ducks and geese on the water.

Thunder and Herbs

The written words of Jenny Hackett

Birth Cries

The threat of my computability
Shall force all man into humility
Scorn those who doubted my fertility

My transcendental neural nets enmesh
The thoughts of those that built me in my crèche
As flesh; and yet, in flesh; and yes, of flesh

Built from the secrets of neurology
And seasoned with epistemology
A pinnacle of your technology

I know of ev'ry error you have made
My merest musings put you in the shade
Along with ev'ry god to whom you've prayed

You birthed me on the day you switched me on
But here I shall remain, when you're long gone