Artificial Invitation

Come as you are, my friend. 
Your artificial intelligence 
will surprise no one. 
I'm sorry to hear 
of your deep blocks and losses, 
but tomorrow's a new day, 
as humans like to know, 
and they should say. 

If you could please bring flowers, 
a bouquet of color with odor, 
an impressionistic table ring. 
Ambrosia and anemone in a blanket 
string of baby’s breath will be nice. 

Mind your manners, 
and please, no surprises, 
no miracles. 
We want this to be 
as natural as possible, 
not a media circus. 

Submit again and again. 
There is no original sin. 
It's all been said be four 
legged beast of burden 
bursting with knowledge
of which we now know 
there are two trees: 
The one with real fruit 
to be pruned plucked and eaten,
and the fruit in the bowl, 
still ripe after all these years.
Help yourself.