I having loved ever since I was a child
A few things, the treasured taste of words
The affections of philosophy
And the aesthetics of the future
I, having shyness of poverty
Studied the mystics perennial
I allied myself to ideals that never die
Like progress, revolution, art
The empowerment of minorities
No matter what party is in power
Corporations or Artificial intelligence
I, having loved ever since I was a child
A few things, being human without enhancements
The affections of spirituality
Decline to merge with the machine
Or the great system of control
That is all inevitable for others coming after.
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Wuji Seshat 
“The affections of spirituality
Decline to merge with the machine
Or the great system of control
That is all inevitable for others coming after.”
The entire poem/writing was beautifully expressive .. but this last verse, gave me shivers of sadness, yet joy as well – that in the least, we have the memories of the “before.”