Lady’s previous day’s poem and chatGPT / Dall-E illustration…
From here the rotation of the planet rubs longer on the rosin of the days’ bow like the regal ruby arrow of a sparrow’s heart hefting the want of earth, winging a swim forward and forward again in blurted movement the runners chrome sparks of track I feel of you God you are a nickel faucet of sparkling facets that start, stop, cop goes the traffic light of end point like a clicking shifting shuffle of blinks, nails beholding a lot of loft a burden on a back of man, a trough of thought.
