PROXIMA CENTAURI B

 Long, chill years

took me through the abyss

from the dying Earth

to this alien world,

where in eternal twilight

sparse life clings

to near barren strip of land,

between the darkside ice

and the scorched deserts

of the nightside;

this is the planet of last promise

where all begins anew.

Listening to the sounds

of Earth in its death agonies,

coming through the void

and years, I remember

how I spread my wings,

 golden sunlight

bathing them

in Earth's orbit,

clutching in my bosom

the entirety of humankind,

frozen DNA and data alike,

all the millions of years

that made Humanity,

encoded.

I remember,

I who shall birth

humanity anew

from my crèches

to this desolate world,

to bleak existence,

the wreckers of the planet

of plenty resurrected.

I, John von Neumann's AI.

16.01.2021