Event °_°

And there she and I were / like smoke in the dark / fleeting yet there.

No words / just a fond glance / as I gave my hand.

Three months later / we rolled towels like soldiers / kicked carts like horses / then the glass panel / cut deeper than a crescent wave / and I fought for air / that didn’t move.

As we held our noses / That screeched to a halt / arms pulled us away / Just so much flesh and blood / vaporized into steam / helpless to save / her whom I loved.

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Artwork hallucinated under the influence of VQGAN+CLIP Poem co-generated under the scourge of GPT-3

°° by @JPBilowus °°

°° circa 2021 °°