I am dreaming
in death.
My soul’s encapsulated sleep
idles on the brink of breath,
a lifeless body laid to rest,
so long ago
and oh, so deep
memory cannot attest or keep
the slightest vestige of my being.
What I am seeing
disappears,
and what I hear
falls deaf on every other ear.
Where I reside
does not exist.
My hands, my feet, my eyes insist
that form and matter
hold me up
while floating on a mist.
The ground erupts from my remains
with trees and flowers.
Time maintains a sea of hours
flooding plains and toppling towers
as if the Earth should be devoured
by shifting sands
from which I came.
OMG… you’re an AI as well?!?!?
I’m a vampire, Sam. A sweet vampire. Bring your pretty neck over here.
this one takes on a dreamy state of mind for me. Love it!!