Up There It’s an albino moon, white toothed, sleepy grinned. Pricking at stars as they're born and burn away, old ones plunge and die. We watch them carry our hearts, wrack and ruin our second thoughts, and that moon's staring button-eyed at us while we weep.
Written for dVerse Quadrille 44-words, sans title, “stars”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4) illustration parameters in the style of Greg Toccini, Moebius, and Francois Schuiten. Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #quadrille, @midjourney @dversePoets
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