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A Poem by Vol
Ravin'ink 3 Fire
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A Story by Vol
Basic welcome and info
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A Poem by Vol
I was almost a jeweler once,
in someone else’s store. I
sold
wedding rings, watches and
gifts
to men who wanted nothing more
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A Poem by Vol
The
leaves sparkle
in
an early evening sun.
Theydo
that only when
conditionsare
exactly right.
Seventy-three
degrees,
ringlets
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A Poem by Vol
They
used to say,
“If
you die in your dream,
you
die for real.“
From
an
antebellum balcony,
I
see you there in the Cadil..
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A Poem by Vol
There is something in the
sound
of a swift slap on the cheek
to bring
you up short, eyes wide,
jaw dropped,
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A Poem by Vol
I sailed a blue-sky road
right
over the curve and up
the
frozen curls of rock
through
black evergreens
surfing
with white aspen
on
the ..
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A Poem by Vol
That
piece of rhythmical grumbling,
The
high priest’s grouse against life
was
wrong,
April
is not the cruelest month.
He
says himself..
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A Poem by Vol
AI can perfectly reproduce a voice
after listening for three seconds,
and there are programs to
manipulate faces, body language,
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A Poem by Vol
What
is there about infinitely thin
slices
of time like the pages of a book, and
Virginia
Woolf ‘s idea of experience?
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