The wind finally died down
the moon’s reflection on the water is still
Suddenly, a sound of swooping
A synthetic call of a Whip-poor-will
Even late at night
I’m never quite alone,
For even in this world
Many eyes are watching.
If not my body, my words
But now’s not the time to live in fear
Isolation’s been reality for years
Technology knows it’s true
So, I’ll just sit here in my isolation, and
continue to adore the computer-generated moon.