Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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“Ode to a Luminous Screen”
Thou still‑unfolding child of fire and glass,
bright window into other minds and lands,
how softly dost thou steal away our hours
with whispered songs and ever‑changing hands.
O sweet seducer of the wandering eye,
whose constant glow denies the gentle night,
teach us to taste thy wonders sparingly,
lest we, in sipping, lose our deeper sight.
Let not our names be scattered like dead leaves
across the blind, indifferent winds of code;
but gathered, like a careful poet’s lines,
in places where our better selves abode.
May every word we drop into thy depths
fall not as stones to bruise a distant heart,
but as soft petals, honest, clear, and kind,
a small, imperfect offering of art.
And when the day’s bright frenzy ebbs at last,
grant us the grace to close thy shining door,
to sit with silence, stars, and human touch,
and feel the ancient world be ours once more.
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