Valhalla Poem by John Prophet

Valhalla.
Gods,
living
in the
cloud.
Spirits
churning
up.
Up
from
the machine.
Creating
reality.
Programming
existence.
Bits and
bytes.
Artificially
smart.
What
is real?
How
is it
defined?
Eyes
opened.
Where?
What?
How?
Accepting
what's
seen.
Is that
all
there is?
Is there
more?
Valhalla,
gods
pulling
strings.
Moving
things
around.
Immortality
one
program
to the
next.
Creation's
reality.