Displaced

A crown
weighed down
the clever mind
of Archimedes,
displacing
all other thought;
A puzzle to unfold,
the purity of gold,
and how to find it
using math.

He gave up
and took a bath,
and from his soak
shot up and spoke,
“Eureka!”
naked and loose
across Syracuse.

48/365

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…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by Niji as a derivative work of the poem, "Displaced" by Greg R. Fishbone