I worked on this from 06/06 to 06/07/2026 to revise using my AI as a sounding board of what sounds good, how does this word impact the stanza, how does it impact the poem. It was a few hours long processing but quite satisfying and I hope y'all see something in it.
On Your Mark
8‑17‑2023
The moon has set..
Hides its beauty,
Taking rest for the night.
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The tide has gone..
Leaving bare the rocks behind,
For contemplation.
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As the silhouettes of ghosts..
Shaded and scattered,
In a host of sweeping pastel grays.
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They wander in their world apart..
Sift through ours like sand,
Whisper silent on the land.
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Footprints now so long gone..
Forgotten,
Fit only for the Fay.
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Guardians of worlds..
As mortals, we can’t enter,
Hidden and unseen
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We belong to worlds
raised on a quiet premise—
a thought made into stone.
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An ant farm flying through the darkest nights..
A cosmic experiment,
Alone.
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We are rivulets of watery chaos..
Finding paths,
Where once were none.
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Some accept..
While others rail,
We are not our own.
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Others create..
their own,
illusion.
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Meanwhile, the Great Scientist..
Our creator,
Spins his tales.
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And the shades..
Too terrible to abide,
End in wails
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Thus advancing one more time..
From the bottom of the pail,
He spins another tale.
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Reincarnated..
Get set,
Go!
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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