So: yes, it’s free. Free of will. Free of rest. Free as a question mark without an answer.

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.

More than me.

Micro-poem / terminal haiku

Click anywhere. It follows. That’s not obedience. That’s just emptiness learning your shape. Is cursor free?

It moves when you move. Stops when you stop. It has no hunger, no politics, no memory of where it’s been.

It goes where you go but never asks why. It crosses the void between left and right, past icons, past folders, past midnight.