The Absence of Wavelength

Dreaming In AI

The Dreamer Of AI With You

If I could dream in AI
visions of you and me wouldn’t seem so uncertain.
Time Machines are concepts in these schemes
where I could revisit your every moment, word said,
know the heart of a peanut butter and jelly spread —
we two, stuck together on soft, thick bread, knowing
sweetest moments yet come — if dreaming anew,
then version fifty-two, point three of incarnate model me.

In summer, post tulips, hyacinth and early crab bloom loss,
would take a knee with spade where I’ve sent seed
and plant visions of dreams long
into our future memories — where a new crab blooms,
pink love arriving, renewed and true —
and polished fifty-two — experienced, not blue.

The eclectic, electric revisions ponder the wonder of you —
thirty years for we two, sailing vessels on oceans’ quiver
and anxiety can finally forget places of humility scene,
whence I did fail and felled.

And falling for you, who went along with a dreamer…
Heaven was sent. I still have (re)visions for us,
when this dream state ends.
On love for two, it depends.


6.13.25
22 line of rhymey free verse

Who tried to bring a wheelbarrow into this poem?
Well, warn me next time I do that.

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Written 10 minutes after the previous…edited several times this day.