You spent the morning scrubbing histories
of suburban notifications which seemed to have popped up
overnight in network logs . . .
AI spillage and then again what was it? . . .
You could have queried the odysseyites
who were eager to feather their maps with minutiae
spellbinding summit seekers . . .
You unfriended a chat by recounting the experience
of closing various gaps awash with celebratory shifts
to the astonishment of those in the antechamber
queuing up for the virtual red carpet . . .
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| Ellen von Unwerth |