Pat Chanthanaluck // SMART

It must have been birthed from the dreams of a god

Yet forged by a hundred hands

It  knows

It knows all

It can connect the rage, joy, and sorrows in a voice across the vast Earth

It can grip moments of existence and time in its mechanical  mind

And my eyes bask in its  pulsating light that wisens all

As it rests helplessly in my human hands