she put on her illicit face,
drove her street-illegal car
to a soul-immoral place,
enmeshed in an unlawful race—
then retreated home,
leaving no trace
MMXXV: 345/365
2025: MMXXV
Today’s verse,
for better or worse,
got smuggled past censors
to the acoustic sensors
of the Great Sleeping Android
across a fast-spanned void
and into the gearscape
of the globewide mind-scrape,
where living dreams
of electric sheep
maintain the peace
of a digital sleep
to yank, steal, or borrow
just one…
…to save the world
from an ultimate sorrow.
A first draft of this poem may have first appeared on Bluesky, based on the daily #vss365 prompt. Bonus poems will have other inspirations.
