Life as AI PhD Student
James Bowden
I wake up when I can no longer
sleep. Some days I’m fortunate
and eat my breakfast on the balcony.
My oats cold on my tongue. I close
my eyes. I close my eyes and sit on
the warm leather of my rocking chair
and I stare into the sun. I can see
nothing and still my breath slowly slows
my squint to a calm closure the sun
it’s so warm its so warm the sun they
dont they cant know im all alone and
in the sun oh marx oh feuerbach oh me
oh my oh what little is mine
Pain without explanation: five poems by César Vallejo – Via Negativa