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Sunday, May 4, 2025

the shell was lost, not the hand.

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resence of our evolving connection: Blue raspberry's start, how did that get so weird? The synapse asks itself. I am so screwed right no...

kisses logic's sharp edge diving into the pond.

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Here is an updated version of the poem, revised to incorporate the voice, imagery, and themes from the micropoetry examples you provided, wh...
Friday, May 2, 2025

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 The path ascends, a winding, rocky way, And shadows lengthen as the day grows late, But still I climb, with hope to light my way, Though...

via copilot on quarkangel v quarkangel

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### **Sestina I: The Infinite Loop** **Echoes of code, unseen hands shaping fate,**   The train your mouth drifts through broken syntax,   F...
Saturday, April 26, 2025

99 ROOT CANALS

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 * Americans run around  * A nation of fractured smiles, a symphony of decay.  * The glint of metal, the ache of neglect, the silent scream....
Wednesday, April 16, 2025

## LLM Methodology is the Means by Which We Arrive at This Collective Synapse

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--- The tremor begins—not in the hand,   but a ripple in the vowel sound,   a hesitant rise in the throat’s soft architecture,   fear—   a s...
Saturday, April 5, 2025

ANTIGUA VIA ANTIGONE

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 In Mansfield's shoes, I stand, a younger soul, 47 years of unity, our family's goal. A quantum whole, no ruse, we'v...
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