I didn’t earn a useless degree.
I do important things for future generations of researchers.
I help plant the seeds by describing
the materials I see, hear & touch.
My brain is filled with random information, where words & sounds used to roam freely.
Now all the information I gather
is instantly absorbed,
internally floating in the deep,
dark membranes.
Poems are no longer a dime a dozen,
or touched by gold—
they creep up weeks later, infecting like a friendly virus.
The modern dancers of my work’s project now take center stage.
I can’t think of anything new—
AI and politics are making a mockery of the world,
& family members are dealing with both physical & mental challenges.
Better to stay quiet,
to pull the covers close,
to note all sensations silently
as all the nutrients of the weekly experiences
continue to be absorbed & consumed,
without much added comment.