Belief in the outcomes: A poem 

You are a land rover 

on my welcoming planet 

You, like the first life, take me over 

And I forget the nets of death 

The alchemy of a billion years 

like a growing empire knows no fears 

Every pixel, every binary 

are your harvest in my prairie 

It is for you to call all the shots 

I depend on you to pick all the lots 

There are no full stops, only dots 

But they are the dreams on my cots 

Like a fledgling, I am filled with curiosity 

at the open-ended outcomes of destiny 

But there’s endless faith in what’s left to discover 

from the unwavering arm of the prime mover