7/6/23

Color's Horizontal Reign (a poem)

 

Colors cast so high
risen in the sky
never should they die
yet they must

Early in the morn
constructs due conform
days light world edge storms
ashes to dust

Log rolls humans spin
network lies bleak win
dirt clod clues begin
talk for AI syms

No one thought more real
subatomic seals
massive break congeals
wars sanding sin.

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