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Lost Focus

The AI won't talk to me anymore

I keep asking it to observe this world

Better than I can

But it won't respond

It sits there silent

So I look out the window

And count the raindrops

Collecting in a pool atop the cover

Of our Weber grill

Before pouring a glass of white wine

And sitting in front of the fireplace

Ingesting particulates

Aligning my attention towards Colson Whitehead

With hopes of small epiphanies


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