Short poems. 5-7-5.   today’s haikurandom

broadcast interface
the wheels turning ever faster
feeling left behind

perfect attention
on tasks too urgent to miss
but does it matter

rushing flowing clear
calm resting smooth and cool
foundation of life

green leaves block the light
which streams into the office
while I sit coding

both here and not here
the qubit holds its secret
measured it collapses

packets in the night
the firewall watches silent
nothing gets through clean

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