Micro-poem / terminal haiku
the arrow waits on a clean desktop — no hand, no command. is cursor free? or just between two clicks of silence? The screen glows at 3 a.m. The cursor blinks — vertical, patient, unbound. “Is cursor free?” you ask. is cursor free
Is cursor free?
No hands hold it. No chains, no fee. Just a blinking ghost on an electric sea. Micro-poem / terminal haiku the arrow waits on
More than me.
It moves when you move. Stops when you stop. It has no hunger, no politics, no memory of where it’s been. no memory of where it’s been.