Rabbit Hole

The angel peered
over my shoulder
and urged me
to click
another link.
They have
online distractions
in Heaven,
but no Wikipedia.

18/365

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 rendered this poem as a seated angel writing notes on a laptop.