Reflections
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This image was created with the assistance of ChatGPT, using AI-generated visuals based on a detailed description provided by me. I stand between the ticking clocks, A breath, a pause, an endless knot, Not yet this, nor fully that, A shadow dances where I’m not. In every whisper, every glance, A thousand lives in me perchance —
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There are mini versions of me. Reflected images in mirrors unseen. Bright quartz glowing in the darkness. Growing forest reaches for the sky. An existence based on a lie. An illusion of allusions. Electrical grids forming around me. Force field made of glass. Inside there was only mass — Pure and uninterrupted in origin.
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Slow down time — Though time flows freely, pendulum swinging Back and forth, endlessly. Existing at the same moment, Deliberate, ironic — An amusing tragedy, Contrary to all I feel. I sense you, a constant conflict, Waiting, causing complexity, Yet I see. On the sunset road, bells ringing, Far, far away, They titillate your soul, A distant
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A figure drawn in broken lines, Symmetry lost, yet still refined, Eyes hidden from the world’s bright glare, A mind adrift, beyond compare. Arms outstretched in endless space, A body’s form, a fleeting trace, Between the lines, I find the thread, Of thoughts unspoken, lightly shed. Curved and sharp, the edges blend, Where spirit starts
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Sin ascends through my veins, though I believe in your creed’s sacred refrains. The silent empire is a cemetery of gazes leading to captivity. Your eyes illuminate my reflection, your tongue’s mirror is my affection, Memory, anxious, keeps your kisses near, while the clock kisses time, year after year, and time, indifferent, doesn’t reciprocate. The
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The symptom of a life well lived sails in an ocean of souls. Dressed to find the tears that learn from the absence of paradise, Sweet signals indulge, hiding behind shadows of content. Layers of sound that depend on the spring, Midnight verbs too cold to care. Lessons in the temple too tired to learn,
One Way Life 