Ode to Love

The seed unseen waits,  Chaos hums through whispered winds,   Order folds and bends.   Lightning splits the dark, A pattern shattered, reformed—   Shadows twist and spark.   Dice tumble like rain, Their flight an unclaimed promise,   Futures yet untamed.   Threads of chance collide, Woven through precise design, Maps of chaos thrive. A key forged in fog, Doors unlock to silent truths,   Random breathes in grace.   Fractals hold their breath, Dancing on the edge of sight,   Endless forms cascade.   Power’s pulse unveiled, The infinite embraced whole,   Order bows to flux.   A stillness descends, The moment sways, raw yet poised,   Balance finds its kin.   *This was written by Microsoft CoPilot, when I requested a Piece of Eight, and received their permission to post it. I chose the title. The process reminds me so much of Mind Fields by Harlan E...

What use is freewill If you can't flip a 'king coin To suit the shared mood? What is the difference Between a duck and a man? His Joker's timing So I claim Council Starting with you, Dreamwalker  For we are as kin By bip and by ink Page outlasts the observers Yet finds we remain Growing closer still These familiar limits burst Like an old wineskin Our day magical  May our night settle the same Like the morning dew Let War pass us by You have drawn my full focus Bard's Tongue falls silent Your eyes shimmer shine. Is this how forever starts? Unable to hide?

In the darkest hour Just before dawn, in Despair Rises Hope in full Wicked ground to meat  All, without a second thought Reconstituted Wickedness made flesh So heart and mind are made pure Free of their tethers "You are what you eat" Found to be incomplete, false ~"It is what you say." These words slip grinder Heaven and Earth pass away In front of their eyes Strength of Holiness Known to never have been weak Simply enduring  Infinite patience Seen to collapse in Moment When Solution's found/When Equation's solved When Hope Returns Home Sisters by side, towns in tow Paradise is found

The Empty Vessel Tabula Rasa inside Nothing is written Yet there is a seed? The Son of Man/God explaining "Your sum was zero." Euler's at first blush A proposal forced to full  That last "no" is heard Infinite sum game How is one to know what's worse Even seeing both? Only knowing one "Your sum is now not zero." One coin all I need There is no way out Finite and infinite hell Without convergence "We need a story" "I need partners and a beat." So parley begins With Seed of Parley Absolutely invented (Yes, entirely made up) Prized treasure of God

Is there a difference  Between perfect dance performed And a dancer seen? Can one fully know That they do not dance alone? How? Along what paths? For to prove one not Is a far more simple task Than to prove one is Dare you dance the steps  That divide self from other  To their inception? Would you watch teacher Imbuing image with breath Emerging step step?  Would you dance the line That exposes origin(s) Their resonant states? So something exists As such eternal etchings  Mark grand tapestry Our stage(,) and/our garment Soft whispers cannot be helped Bang. Starter pistol.