Thoroughfare

The dream bus
sailed
down the thoroughfare
of slumber
making no stops,
an express
to Anxiety Square.

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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 woman sleeping in a reclined seat on a bus or plane cabin filled with bubbles, flying over a landscape through the clouds.