Needles

On pins and needles 
we read the news
and wonder
which monster
will do us in first.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI rendered this poem as a figure sitting in a chair, reading, light breeze, a bird in blue sky, while a many-headed monster with red eyes and needle teeth approaches from behind.