options on the table
all that we are able
to make or break
to fake or take
killing an ocean
to save a lake
if we don’t wake
we’ll surely bake
a clear mistake
all for the sake
of spreading the fable
that our world is stable
MMXXV: 323/365
Season One: 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.
Options
MMXXV: 323/365
A first draft of this poem may have first appeared on Bluesky, based on the daily #vss365 prompt. Bonus poems will have other inspirations.
