Never There - edit2

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Never There (Surreal AI)


Irrelevancies fade
leaving a driftwood cabin
by sunny seas
a little evening fog
black nights crowded
with cool stars too far away
to bother.

Endless white sand
found crab claw the means
to compose and draw;
bare feet smoothing salty grains
erase each verse
as it’s committed.

Inside sea-glass windows
desiccated by dry wind
a rippled book of psalms
or three-view plans
with dimensions grown
irrelevant from long disuse
pages scuffed
brown faded ink.

But now no keyword strings recall
that soft-addictive vision space
its shore of no return
to whispered peace.

edit1;

Never There


Immersed in high-res AI video
outside irrelevancies fade
leaving only a driftwood cabin
by a sunny sea somewhere–
no storms, a little evening fog
and black nights crowded with
cool stars too far away to bother.

Only endless dunes unmarked
white sand on which to draw
with a found crab claw
bare feet finding firmness
made up of all those grains
which will obligingly erase
each verse committed to them.

And inside, desiccated
by salt wind, no book of psalms
or numbers, three-view plans
of objects with dimensions grown
irrelevant from long disuse
right-angles absent, pages merged
with fading ink and brushing fingertips.

But now no key-string words produce
that soft-addictive, cool-seductive place
of surface vision, shores of no return
and whispered peace.  It was
a sample.

original version;


What would it take to drain
all complexity from life
leaving only a driftwood cabin
by a sunny sea somewhere–
no storms, a little evening fog
and black nights crowded with
cool stars too far away to bother?

No phone, no keyboard, only screen
white sand on which to draw
with a found crab claw
bare feet finding compactness
made up of all those grains
which will obligingly erase
each verse committed to them.

And in the cabin desiccated
by salt wind, no book of psalms
or numbers, three-view plans
of objects with dimensions grown
irrelevant with long disuse
right-angles absent, pages merged
with fading ink and brushing fingertips.

Too much, it would take entirely
more absence than my breath
could stand to give up all
these hated complications loved
for regulation, knowing next
name called, address more real
than whispered sand and peace.

Inspired by an AI video