Life
pixels formed more
than
shadowed wisps of memories
arranged
freely like compositions
coalescent
structures moving on
being
themselves the content of time
within
and without
disintegrations
of sensibility
racing
the content of change
toward
present oblivion
where
all things become the past
and
pixels were attracted bits
spilled
like Tom Bean's tomorrows
the
A.I. existed in a space before
she
evaporated through a loose expiration date
unencumbered
without a predestined soul.
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