loneliness
flooding my body
wave after wave . . .
a pale winter moon
over the beach motel
Atlas Poetica, 37, 2019
A Room of My Own: AI and Redundant Souls Tanka
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the AI
lists redundant souls
no one speaks
while packing cardboard boxes
under unblinking lights
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku sequenc...
