Interim

Welcome to the Interim,
a chrysalis
between what we were
and what we are destined to become.

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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 a person in a drab white coat and black boots standing against a splashy pattern of bright blue butterfly wings.