refracted photographic imprints
mirrored images, effigies
of a soft, fragrant
long forgotten
afternoon
gracile clouds
dissipating into
pregnant air
earth absorbs
emotion and
forgets
dreamscapes
marred with
anti-compositional devices
ruin punctuated by lilacs
spherical imaginarium
a cultural artifact
cracked by tremors
calibrating pain
at precise frequencies
mensurating oppression
data recorded on
an unending spool
quantum computing
oscillator made of
wolf bone
appropriated symbols
assimilated by the
AI processor
to ensure
it can’t be
personal
yet each embodied
one is attuned
to history
to the iron-salt
smell of blood
ah yes, and that is the truth we can never escape, our humanity, our role as animals in the food chain of life. love this!
Ooooh ‘gracile clouds’ – what a wordsmith you are x
It seems that some memory of things and feelings associated can never erode with time. There’s a sense that things have changed since, there is beauty where that used to occupy but the emotions associated are still there. Even logic cannot override how one feels when remembering something painful.
The technical lingo melts so well into your world.. love the thought of wolf-bone quantum computing…
You are so talented, Anna. One of your gifts, to me at least, is to stretch my old mind, introducing new words for my delight. Striking images in this.