Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
~ Virginia Woolf
in the brothel of dialogue
i am embraced by you
for a brief fleeting moment I am you
the nouns sway exultant
ready to hop out of your smiling mouth
like butterfly poetry of love
without condition, & unconditional
pieced by the light of a new world
specks utopic ascent and AI serendipity
what language makes possible
the fury that is quantum computing
enhancement, augmentation, transference
but how late is it always for love
the love that binds us, weighs us up
to lovely meridians, hypnosis, overmind
and eyes that melt with a thousand tears
for bliss that I hardly could imagine
in the brothel of relationship I am a freebie
for storms that stretch like diamond-oceans
ready to be made supplicant by the universe
in earnest gratitude of…
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