Moving Targets

4/16/2021, today is the 'real' break

“Halfway There”

“Not much has changed since the fall of Ur. We still walk by the architecture of sheepfolds and cattle pens and call it a city.”

I wanted to do a quick gateless today and kick back and relax, but kept encountering an ‘error.’ Helpfully when trying to discern the problem this definition popped up:

1. Any alteration in the DNA chemical structure occurring during DNA replication, recombination or repairing.
2. uncountable The state, quality, or condition of being wrong.
3. countable A mistake; an accidental wrong action or a false statement not made deliberately.

Unedited, exactly as I copied it. Today’s AI daemon enhanced found poetry. I’m going back to doing this:

“What being deeply grounded feels like”

Today’s poem:

“Look now, we’re halfway there”
#poetrydares #poemsthatdontsuck
Con/Jur/d, 4/16/2021
Thanks to Kat for the prompt, which
knowing how (he/him) reads things, really is 
the Ur-iginal game ‘Truth & Dare’

“Don’t show
your prompt.”
she said, “We 
can tell you
have failed
memory 101,
improv isn’t
best done on
the move be -
tween, starts
and finishes
departures
and arrivals.”

“I haven’t read
the script,” I said
“I can’t keep the
measure, I don’t ___ know
where we’ve been,
or where we’re
going, everywhere
and everything
keeps chang -
ing, it’s mov -
ing targets, all
the way up and
all the 
way 
down”

“Ha!” they said,
just like that,
“Ha! Maybe,
the old Greek
was right, we
can only ever
be halfway.”

“Where?” she said.
“Look Now,” I said.
“We’re halfway, there,” 
they said.

That’s it, folks. Hope the day is treating you well.

Con/Jur/d, 4/16/2021