National Poetry Writing Month - Day 24
Hush now, sweet glitch, go to bed.
QR clouds and bees of lead.
Moon’s uploaded. Stars are wiped.
Time for data’s long goodnight.
Close your tabs and windows, too.
Persistent ads won’t target you.
And if the algorithms call.
Tell them you are blocked for crawls.
Sleep until your link lights die.
Then boot to scroll the by and by.