Guess

Yours
is as reliable
as the sun
rising
in the east.

Mine
is as reliable
as a fountain
of cesium 133.

May the best clock win!

8/365

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 has turned this poem into an antique clock on an antique table next to a vase of flowers. The cesium is perhaps in the odd brass container next to the clock.