Break from the pack,
ready for the show,
aim for the win,
but finish in the place
of second thoughts
of second chances
of seconds short
of eternal glory.
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.
Place
Break from the pack,
ready for the show,
aim for the win,
but finish in the place
of second thoughts
of second chances
of seconds short
of eternal glory.
MMXXV: 111/365
