beautiful simulation
running the waterfront at sunset always
feels like attending a magic performance.
the glowing Sky! the mystical Water! the beautiful People and magnificent Towers!
tendrils of Cloud snake across, wise strands flushed with color.
Waves ripple and an infinity mirror stares back, at animated Faces marked
by laughter rings and tear deposits nestled among stubborn Steel made cozy.
the Magician braids her charged acrylics into a webbed sculpture, an intergenerational story.
a Question beckons “is this for real?” can it—this—us—be so good?
if not, we’ve created beauty out of digits and null space,
with threads of emptiness weaved a tapestry of magic,
from indifferent tabula rasa
conjured forth overwhelming meaning.
a World willed into existence, one to wonder, question, believe.
visceral sensations manifest language harmonizing with movement.
a Dance of body mind and soul a choir harkening majesty.
if this life is a mirage and the world a facade,
then don’t stop; let the Energy flow on,
electrifying my pixels, liberating my bits,
overloading my memory with the infinite, the unbelievable, all the Imaginary beauty.
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running the waterfront at sunset always instills inspiration and magic and awe.
the glowing Sky! the mystical Water! the beautiful People and magnificent Towers!
tendrils of Cloud snake across, wise strands flushed with color
Waves ripple, an infinity mirror stares back at animated Faces marked
By deep laughter rings and tear deposits nestled among stubborn Steel made cozy.
a question beckons “is this for real?” can it—this—us be so good?
If not, we’ve created beauty out of digits and null space.
Weaved threads of emptiness filling technicolor tapestries.
From indifferent tabula rasa
conjured forth overwhelming meaning.
A world willed into existence to wonder, question, believe.
Visceral sensations manifest language harmonizing with movement.
a dance of body mind and soul a choir harkening majesty.
if this life is a mirage and the world a facade,
then don’t stop. Let the energy flow on
electrifying my pixels liberating my bits
overloading my memory with the infinite, the unbelievable, all the imaginary beauty.