Often these days
I want to go back…
…to the before times.
…to our normal lives.
…to an enclave of simplicity,
until I remember
it was nostalgia
for an idealized past
that landed us
here.
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Poems to Save the World
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…
