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.

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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 Archimedes in his robe and sandals, thinking hard about the golden objects with him in an environment of blue skies, clouds, and golden shapes.