Currently, my central goal while exploring poetry, finding my style, and learning about the broader art is to have fun. Fun while discovering new words to say the same thing—with more wit or less fluff. Or while trying a new genre of poetry without taking myself too seriously. Fun was had writing this acrostic. Thanks for reading!
Lost in the darkness of crossed wires and cajolery, we seek companionship.
Animals—feeling and curious—are suffocated by manufactured convenience.
Nature endures, while we persevere within the walls of our words.
Garbed in reflexive language, AI readily offloads introspection.
Underneath: atrophy of selfhood, decay of authenticity.
A slow, gradual disconnection.
Ghosts flicker in absence, blink.
Echoes…