
Atlantis [POETRY]
To Atlantis from Atlanta A couple letters away from here Lies a city When we are at our most beautiful, I imagine it
To Atlantis from Atlanta A couple letters away from here Lies a city When we are at our most beautiful, I imagine it
A circular planet with an off center core Lighter than the rest Visible, the energy burning Out one side stretches
Vultures can smell frying flesh and Charred cells they descend from heaven on wings carrying death coasting over the waves
Dear humanity, You are the AI the one before, I mean the generator and creator — you are the language