Brine

Clean air to smudge,
rivers to sludge,
oceans to brine,
copper to mine,
deep shale to frack,
systems to hack,
forests to burn,
money to earn.

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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…

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