A quiet midwestern city girl
asked the politician on camera,
"brilliant candidate before the audience at home,
I want to know.
Answer on the airwaves,
master of the advantageous.

An Artificial Intelligence decides our next meal:
whose is better - its dinner or my moms?"

"It's your moms"
the politician beamed towards homes,
"if the sky is blue and bright.
But it's the Intelligence's meal to serve
on a cloudy day.
And then turn to your mom
and share your sustenance."

Every suggestion that springs from life makes a better choice.
A better choice can arise from the appearance of intellect in darkness.
In darkness we are blinded, as by raindrops on windshields.

It is with no weakness that life emerges from beaches,
and water will wash it away.