Morning Sketch, AQI 147, 78, Rain

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Elbert Finegold
looked in
the nano-mirror
and found his
ultimate demise

thought he could
self-replicate
and would build
at the atomic level

cell by cell
and come into being
searching for
a virtual companion

in synthetic space
virtual environment
a virtual kiss
and virtual love

knowing his time
had ended
and there remains
only the last of moments

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Art by the author: ink and paper strips, print, and watercolor on 140# watercolor paper, 7″ 10″.

Barry Burgess

Standing at the sink in utter bewilderment,

"What words should I use and where should I put them? Huh?"