Machines falling into formation.

I'm surrounded by them. There's a new one here with 2 hearts that beat as one. The heatsink would require 2 airline seats, it's so big. There is one under my fingers, transporting this message to you. Soon, it will gather more dust, as it's faster-and-shinier progeny grows old quickly (it's all relative), before my eyes.
I thank the machines. And you. Here's one for them. And you:
(First Published San Francisco: The Communication Company, 1967)

"All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace" by Richard Brautigan

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
     (right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
     (it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace. 


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written 20+ years before the internet.