Distance

Such a long way to go
through this dark forest
of ill-advised elective detours,
guided by idiots
who embrace the bears,
and the wolves,
and the tripping hazards,
banning lights
in favor of blindfolds,
and abandoning any
who fall by the wayside.

94/365

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…