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#synthography

"I’m not lost, I’m just following the river’s advice"
-Joanne Reed
#ai #synthography #nature #forest #river #quote #literature

A representation of a forest river

“Success is not a stamp of approval given by others.”
-N. Hamon
#ai #synthography #volcano #island #quote #philosophy #success #approval #nature

A representation of a volcanic island

#poetry #blog #consciousness #energy #spiritualreflection #synthography

'survey consciousness'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/survey-consciousness.html

#poetry #blog #independentvoices #synthography #HigherLove #constitutionalrights

'Higher Love (Pray for Alex Pretti and Our Country)'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/higher-love-pray-for-family-of-alex.html

#poetry #folkpoetry #blog #impostersyndrome #synthography #ourpoetryx

'poetry in dna'

https://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/poetry-in-dna.html

#poetry #freeverse #blogppost #synthography #polarization

'bellwether hues'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/bellwether-hues.html

#poetry #sciencefiction #blogpost #speculativepoetry #scifaiku #scifaikusaturday #senryu #synthography

'a hybrid life: new scifaiku & sci-fi poetry notes'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/hybrid-life-scifaiku-poetry.html

#poetry #optimism #realisticoptimism #PhilosophicalPoetry #blog #synthography #vss365

'What a Fool Believes | Realistic Optimism'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/what-fool-believes-realistic-optimism.html

#poetry #poetrycommunity #folkpoetry #blog #synthography #vss365

'all of their love'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/all-of-their-love.html

#poetry #poetrycommunity #nonsenseverse #synthography #blog #blogger

'Please Don't Holler'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/please-dont-holler.html

"The less people know, the more stubbornly they know it."-Rajneesh
#ai #synthography #quote #philosophy #nature #forest #winter #Rajneesh

A representation of a lake in winter

#poetry #blog #weareone #synthography

'Indivisible'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/indivisible.html

#poetry #sciencefiction #blog #synthography #vss365 #nostalgia

'lady in the Logan's Run dress (A 1970's Recollection)'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/lady-in-logans-run-dress-1970s.html

Echo #synthart #synthography #aiart #アート #抽象芸術 #抽象 #kunst #arte #art #美術 #fineart #abstract #abstractexpressionism two pieces of the same silence: one crumbling (gray weight sloughing into red) one waiting to be decoded (black coil holding white whispers tight) no story here:

two pieces of the same silence:

one crumbling
(gray weight sloughing into red)

one waiting to be decoded
(black coil holding white whispers tight)

no story here:
just the weight of what remains
(circling itself forever)

#poetry #sciencefiction #blog #vss365 #synthography

'Tesseract Tea'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/tesseract-tea.html

#poetry #grief #blog #visualpoem #synthography

'mornings past (observation on grief)'

http://baccusbeepoetea.blogspot.com/2026/01/mornings-past-observation-on-grief.html

Plate VI: The Stone Cradle #synthart #synthography #aiart #アート #kunst #arte #art #mythicalcreatures #surrealism

Crouch low and slide your hand along the stone: rough, unyielding, its surface pitted like the skin of a fruit left too long in the sun. Then, suddenly, softness: fur, thick and slightly damp, clinging to the crevice like moss. Your fingers trace the curve of a shoulder, the dip of a spine, and then… there. An eye gleams in the dark, not like a reflection, but like a light from within, warm and steady as a held breath. The creature doesn’t tense under your touch. It doesn’t need to. The crevice isn’t just stone… it’s a cradle, and the dark around it isn’t empty. It’s alive, pressing in like a slow, patient exhale.

Plate IV: The Root’s Hollow #synthart #synthography #aiart #アート #kunst #arte #art #mythicalcreatures #surrealism

Kneel and let your hands sink into the soil, cool and loose, until your fingers find the roots—twisted, gnarled, like the veins of the earth. Follow one to its end, where it swells into a knot, smooth and rounded. Press your thumb into its center, and there it is: a hollow, deep and polished, shaped like the bowl of a spoon. But it isn’t empty. It watches. The air inside is still, thick, like the silence in a cave just before a breath is drawn. The roots around it pulse faintly, as if the earth itself is alive, and this hollow is its single, unblinking eye. The soil shifts under your knees. The roots are breathing.

Plate III: The Cortical Eye #synthart #synthography #aiart #アート #kunst #arte #art #mythicalcreatures #surrealism

Picture the bark of a tree, warm and rough under your hands, but in one spot, it gives way to something smooth—almost wet. Your fingers find a curve, a dome, like the back of a spoon pressed into the wood. And there, in the center, a single eye. Not soft like an animal’s, but firm, like a stone polished by a river, its surface slick and cool. It doesn’t blink. It doesn’t need to. It simply is, gleaming faintly, catching the light like the surface of a still pond.

Plate II: The Bark’s Hollows #synthart #synthography #aiart #アート #kunst #arte #art #mythicalcreatures #surrealism

Press your palms against the weathered bark, rough and cracked like ancient leather, and let your fingers explore the hollows: deep and smooth, leading into hidden chambers of the tree’s memory. The bark creaks softly under your touch, whispering secrets through these empty eyes, each one a silent, patient listener, absorbing the warmth of your skin and the weight of your presence.

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