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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
| The Dreamer Of AI With You If I could dream in AI visions of you and me wouldn’t seem so uncertain. Time Machines are concepts in these schemes where I could revisit your every moment, word said, know the heart of a peanut butter and jelly spread — we two, stuck together on soft, thick bread, knowing sweetest moments yet come — if dreaming anew, then version fifty-two, point three of incarnate model me. In summer, post tulips, hyacinth and early crab bloom loss, would take a knee with spade where I’ve sent seed and plant visions of dreams long into our future memories — where a new crab blooms, pink love arriving, renewed and true — and polished fifty-two — experienced, not blue. The eclectic, electric revisions ponder the wonder of you — thirty years for we two, sailing vessels on oceans’ quiver and anxiety can finally forget places of humility scene, whence I did fail and felled. And falling for you, who went along with a dreamer… Heaven was sent. I still have (re)visions for us, when this dream state ends. On love for two, it depends. 6.13.25 22 line of rhymey free verse Who tried to bring a wheelbarrow into this poem? Well, warn me next time I do that.
Written 10 minutes after the previous…edited several times this day. |
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