8/27/23

Ai it's a stronger season now (a poem)

 

A transparent life brought
balance to rivers of colors
merged with time
wasting footsteps naught
silence wrapped, packaged
overhead wordless judgments
set aside too restless for decorating props
of primitive historical records spun
from the barrel of a gun
ai.

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