“Within thirty years, we will have the technological means
to create superhuman intelligence. Shortly after, the human era will be ended.”
– Vernor Vinge, Technological Singularity, 1983
I very nearly telephoned
Then almost sent a text
Was on the brink of visiting
my social media had me vexed
I might have had some breakfast
On the verge of egg on toast
almost nothing in the cupboard
Just short of letters in the post
Someone somewhere said goodbye
at least I might have heard a voice
Not quite turned down my earphones
Too much music of my choice
my life is full of thereabouts
attention spans less than a minute
Overall my fun is near enough
I have virtually no limit
In a partial life of oddments
where giving time is not perceived
my head inside a kind of room
Almost never quite relieved
