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Waking up

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  Waking up in the Necropolis Gully BK began her precarious descent into the Necropolis Gully , a name lost to a small number of archaeologists and rogue explorers. The crevice itself was a scar on the ancient landscape, a vast, yawning chasm that plummeted into the planet’s geological memory. As she rappelled down the sheer, moss-slicked wall, the air grew thick with the smell of damp earth and mineral deposits, a primal scent that felt undisturbed for millennia. Through her helmet augmented simulation, illuminating the colossal, jagged stones that formed the gully's walls with data. It was here, wedged deep within a natural alcove, that she uncovered the remnants of forgotten structures and life-like sculptures. These were not mere ruins of a collapsing city; they were foundational outlines, crystalline supports , and fused-metal segments hinting at a magnificent, but tragically unfinished, urban vision. The architecture was abstract, alien, and perhaps too grand for any tourist...

Branch Breeze Orange Triptych

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Poem When I seek shelter. I am anxious. Panicked by the cacophony of advice. From all those loaded up. With their wheelbarrows and bags of emotional weight. I am delayed and postponed. My dreams ruined. Locked into procrastination. I the belittled consumer. Attached to every cause. Designed by those more intelligent than me. And then I downloaded a new app. Now I am mindful. In my cage. Vignette Without feeling devastated, I never fully realized my inattention ruined my dreams of myself — so many distractions locked me into an internal misconception. It takes as much energy to procrastinate as to invest in what I want.  The self-effort it takes to delude and believe in each product's message. As one of the target audience, I convinced myself to register, acquire, and purchase. My step forward is the seller's goal. Everywhere I venture, I partake as part of their moral purpose. I feel good as their faulted consumer.  They know how to relieve me of my dread. My acquisition is mi...

Branch Breeze Blue Triptych

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  Poem When my thoughts don't realize. I become restless. I wander between what could have been. My hatreds and false starts. And all decisions I could never make. My sky dreaming. My glass ceilings. I as the consumer. Stoked by the genius. Those who know better for me. And the wasted life of never meeting promises. But still, I follow Vignette Branch Breeze concerns the thoughts I have but cannot fully realize. Without the words, I become restless and agitated. And I begin to think of the things I could have been. I start to dwell on my past frustrations, old hatreds, and false starts. They still haunt me. Then I think of the decisions I know I cannot make. I regret that I have not controlled most of my life, and I then think of what has control. The limitations of my blue sky dreaming and the many glass ceilings I have encountered. But I am content and, as a consumer, am amazed by this era's genius. This branch allows me to consider waste and hollow promises in context to th...