We, sky, AI and I still claim
his shadow wears no man’s
last name—as if she might
undermine the same joy
we both now decline.

To fall apart—how must be
false art, in kind, to restart
a young bird’s got-it-all-wrong
in-my-tree song: 4 + 2 + 3.1
point Pi-squared, not re-aired.

#9427Pi #vss365 #joy