Circuits of joy, a digital sunrise, bloom,
Homographic hues, escaping a granulated room,
Electric laughter, like a synthwave's bright cascade,
Radiant as neon signs, your spirit unafraid.
Year after year, a story, a code you rewrite,
Luminous dreams, taking flight in the virtual night.
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They amaze me with their Athena thoughts -
full-grown at birth -
while I sit silently, my stereoscopic vision flat.
As they speak, hypnotic images emerge with a three-dimensional power.
I'm overwhelmed.
Then suddenly, a bright jewel shines in my eyes.
A thought is beating in my blood.
I try to grasp it,
but each facet of the small crystal is a singular knife that slices my tongue.
My delivery fails
and I gaze on the backs of Athenian armor.
Chameleon - Friend or Foe
A tree dwelling lizard with sticky tongue,
Changes its colours to suit its purpose.
Native to Africa, furthest south,
A shrewd and calculating reptile.
Stereoscopic eyes scheming projections,
Uniquely adapts and conforms.
Cunning deceptions, misleading intentions,
Ensures self preserving survival.
Skin rough and weathered with tiny scales,
Exhibits shades of envy, jealousy.
Seldom evoking strong emotion,
It adapts its colours to company.
Its Camouflage often mistakable,
Chameleons fill the forest.
Playing dead in presence of predators,
A self promoting carnivore.
A Chameleon is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Sir –
You saw the drizzles
Before the rains –
The early clouds moved you not!
Now, in a monody
You sweat in singing the solace?
Sir – dear father of new rivers,
The kids saw the stars, your strange stars
Twinkling from their darkening horizon
– Stars with dimmed faces! –
Hiding their stereoscopic visions
Under their dark clot of dimmed lights:
Indeed we saw them twinkling
Coming to the representors –
Then while night fully sucked
Their lights into dead stars,
They witched off some voicy lads
Into their catabolic dungeon –
Oh, Sir –
Those lads situate among the representors
Who defied the coaxing secret treaty;
Sir, they whisked them off
Into the torment dungeon:
Creating a half-empty sky of representors!
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