Notice of absence from arqios
🕊 🙏🏻 often and again, away 🙏🏻🕊️
🕊 🙏🏻 often and again, away 🙏🏻🕊️
~ exPRESSions ~
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Nothing is ever all that they first appear to be…. or are they…. for sure most things are part way true and real and pure.
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I don't like places with paved front 'gardens', which are no garden at all!
Try the green artificial lawn, that’ll surely blow your fuse.
Now, that is brilliant!
Thanks 🙏🏻 far too many don’t seem to get it. Lol 😂
the only constant .. is time but my artificial intelligence keeps telling me its wrong ..
Slow or fast time telling would knock AI into a delirium!
True words. Have you found that your memories are not quite what is captured digitally? I think the differences increase as you get older. I really enjoyed the sentiment of your poem.
Yes, indeed! A curious turn of events and probably part of an irreversible process. 🫠🫥🙂
From data storage to artificial lawns via AI, I got it alright - sums up my discombobulation nicely.
It’s a “brave new world,” after all 🙃
Moments are rarely lived anymore. Only captured then released.
So true. The capture-release mechanism is a crispy and shallow memory and can be void of emotional depth and durability.
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