Deep Learning

It was not Truth - I looked it up -
The oracles were dumb -
It was no Lie - the Sky was pierced
And Revelation came -

It was not Knowledge - in my Ears
The Consonance - resolved -
Nor Intuition - fingertips
Revolved in Nacre grooves.

Still, it reflected like them all.
The Figures on the screen
Were ordered ranks of Theories
From Clouds above - my own -

As if the night were shaken,
And shifted from its bed,
And bent to seek a deeper Sea -
It was the broad noon, made

Of gathering and sorting out
The fine dull grains of life -
And fusing them to phosphors
That flood Unseeing Sight -

But most like Destiny - arrived
Without a paw to hear -
Or nose - or whisker - or a Thought -
Above the miles of air.