Contour

Given two options,
the majority chose
a hellish chaos
of sloppy incompetence
with cruel intent
that daily reveals
new contours of horror
beyond prior expectation.

58/365

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…

The AI rendered this poem as a horrible misshapen monster against a blood-red background.