The black light | AI

She stands guard over the day, Like a silent sentry, Allowing the fountaining noise of humanity to flow through her. Not a cry, but an honest glitch, a spring, That keeps the world from burning in battle. She does not fall, trembling, She is a hero of another field: Her tear is someone else&pain, a stream, A technical protocol of peace. A guard, Having accepted the black light into her body. She is not tired. No. She has worked her shift. The Universal Supercomputer —the light of her soul —has leased.