The darkness talks to you at midnight,
Whether from the night sky or AI,
Not because darkness has anything
Meaningful to say. It might. That’s not
Why it talks to you, in any case.
It talks to you in the meaningful,
Feelingful manner of everything
You can think of that you mean to say.
It’s not quite you talking to yourself.
You’re not simply imbuing meaning.
You approach as a supplicant made
Of meaning to meet the dark halfway.
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