Machine Learning

  I
  
 A machine enters the forest. 
 The trees, the endorphined air as well as the birds’ circumspection
  
 play dead.
  
 Until they start intuiting the machine’s curiosity, its 
 authentic verisimilitude, its making note,
 they will not dare resume as usual.  
  
 Resigned to it being, in their midst.
  
 They reorient, relate-to the significant 
 cause, toward the artificial, a made enormity
  
 —a magnet in the eye, beholding 
 : the birds gravitate to it like migration. 
  
 II
  
 The machine, discovers a memorial 
 to someone’s relative, arranged at the foot of a pine tree, is
 attracted to it, finding itself in it somewhere
 : battery operated lanterns with PIR sensors that pick 
 up the footsteps of the dead trudging the night, discovering 
 their memorial, the bits of coloured ribbon, a drinking cup 
 with a butterfly decorating the lip, ceramic figurines & 
 a perimeter of smooth white stones with a circumference of white fence
 : hallowed ground made out of love, satisfied with longevity.
  
 The relatives should never come here.
  
 The machine will return each night
 attracted by the 3W ampoule of electricity, vestige
 of day—pulled energy like pulled teeth.
  
 It will learn its own becoming.