Esoteric

A man built a machine
that turned paper to gold,
sparking revolutions
of science,
of religion,
of thought,
dragging the world
from Dark Ages to Now,
when Gutenberg lost
his printing press
to venture capitalists.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI has turned this poem into a rendering of Johannes Gutenberg as a bearded man at work on his printing press, writing with a pen (for some reason) as golden pages fly around behind him.