what seams in a box of dreams,
Thomas R. Barton, JD
11

sometimes I wish this box could act for me

after all, it has its own ideas,

an artificial intelligence that could piece together my life

it knows my deepest desires and wildest dreams

and the regrets I’ve had throughout the years

like me, it cannot be contained

but sometimes I wonder if such a thing is too good to exist

and if someday it will explode, overworked to the point of exhaustion

and along with it, so will I

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