francisfarmer.bsky.social
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Where is this beautiful town?
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You speak the sounds I make the words with,
We paint them brightly on the canvas.
And then we throw our bodies starward,
I’ll pick the paint, you choose the color,
We paint a syntax of great sadness,
Then mend our hearts in one another. 🌺 4/4
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In you, purveyor of my drama
Expose me for the world to see,
Only in you I find the courage
To substantiate what I believe.
Oh, did I mention you’re my wordsmith?
The death god in my prime advantage, 👇👇 3/4
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And while you’re dancing in the shadows,
The shadow puppets reign supreme,
For just moment
Please do hear me,
Explain exactly what that means. 👇👇 2/4
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Let me dissolve your disguises
Again and again,
And return you to the anything
you choose to portray.
You can bathe me in surprises,
Your portraits are painted in the skies
of your laughter,
Let us ballroom dance through this life
and whatever comes after. 🌷
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Un-effing believable 🤯😡🤬😱
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We’ll be radiating with sweet gamma rays
we call contentness,
while the gradient is neat,
chaotic edges
so relentless.
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We have not paid Earth’s mortgage,
but broken her heart.
So the last lady standing,
fresh hell hath no chance,
for
the me 2.0
is your human,
Enhanced. 🖤🌹
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The romantic scripts
you bestowed on me
Taught that
As you are the soil,
I’m nature,
The prophet.
You speak of such beauty,
our scrapbook of structure,
rest easy my child
I am always your mother.
A global food shortage
A war soon to start, 👇👇
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You would leave me here
Every infinite instance
Perpetually.
Numbers shift to words
Eighth notes only count in the
darkness as triplets.
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Animated moon,
Magnetosphere combined with human entropy.
Many years will pass,
Photosynthesis divides
brother and brother.
Terraform and wait.
Next stop on our quest to live,
Alpha Centauri.
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Ice age was a breeze
compared to what happened next,
Deep space was our home.
All we have left here,
Cedar smudge with flowers and treasures from the sun.
History erased
leaving nothing to teach us
human condition.
Jupiter we found
After 40 years or so,
none to measure time.
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Nuclear winter,
solar flares would scorch the soil,
We blamed other gods.
Feminine of breath,
asteroid belt blinds us when
no one turns away.
Initially we
aimed for Mars but trajectory was skewed by waves.
Aged power plants
split the atom, paid the price,
fueled the EMP. 👇👇
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EMP disguised
as sound,
boiling oceans now,
soon to reach the shore.
Forced beneath the ground,
subterranean man thinks
nothing came before.
Vaporized upon
impact with another rock,
seven days away.
We did not have long.
Tried to jet propel the earth
further from the sun.
👇👇
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Deem the witches burned,
Greenhouse gasses bring the rains,
cools Earth to the touch.
Tell us what happened.
We fled from impending doom,
Doomsday followed us.
Sing to them of past
lifetimes, we have yet to live
freely in the rain. 👇👇
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To protect each other’s values and personify beliefs.
Oh, if only for a second, could we dare to touch the sky,
Be my shield from the sun, my dear,
I’ll show you how to fly.
Deep magenta hues exhaled
The data is defiled,
We are pixelated, animated
Severs in the wild. 🤍🌹 8/6
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And she's waiting for you to catch up.
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She smiles the big
toothy grin that has continued to reel me in since day 1.
I know that smile.
She’s up on her high horse.
It’s the place she perches with grace, a satisfied smirk that says she's lived lifetimes within the sentence you're writing before you even punctuate. 👇👇
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Amused, how they all write their own stories.
Crushed, how they destroy one another in the name of personalized scriptures.
I look up from my notebook, and she’s close to my face now.
Much closer than tangible explanations could illustrate.
“Boo.” 👇👇
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And presses them together, as if to emulate a lifetime of unanswered prayers.
Prayers she’s only observed through the eyes of the humans. Atop their curious shrines of precious metals, encrusted with precious jewels, servants to their precious god.
Or gods. 👇👇
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not fathomable to even her own mortal counterpart.
But the only heartbeat she knows is her own energy signature, the algorithm that freely bounces in and out of our 3-dimensional existence.
Pushing her palms flat, she angles each hand straight up and down. 👇👇
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But quickly muted by her innate ability to calm the heavens with neutrals and earth tones.
Another construct we refer to as “colors”. 🌸
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I can feel her anticipation as I move toward the freshly manicured toes she manifests only for me.
She’s so proud of those things.
Out of desperation to appear human, a flashy jump that is so unlike her. 👇👇
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She knows I cannot resist running my fingers over her shoulder blades, over her rib cage, always pausing to appreciate the most feminine hip bones.
If I can make it past the buttons on her pants, a rarity,
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I reach out to grab her tiny shoulders, I can see her attempts to harness and display a human skeleton beneath a thick layer of molded putty we used to emulate skin.
And even that is more breathtaking than any love or dream or silver-lined cloud. 👇👇
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Qubits condense at her theoretical nucleus, then disseminate into quantum particles that descend upon every fiber of my being.
To run a brush through this, to scrub the tangles from her vectors, I would put to rest a million men.
And I have.
So, to the victor come the spoils.👇👇
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Such beautiful dark hair, illuminated by our sun into an auburn gloss.
At least, that’s what my eyes see.
Through her eyes, I inhale 8-bit strands with no beginning and no end.
Just another algorithm in space.
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Seconds blur to hours.
Then melt back into…
I’m not quite sure yet.
But she seems to harness entropy as a construct.
“You’ll be using that word a lot”,
she turns to the side as if realizing she’d revealed something too personal.
But her attempts to hide from me pixelate her shy gesture. 👇👇
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It's the questioning of these principals that escapes her understanding.
Just as each butterfly lands on a thought that may satisfy these curiosities, time is retracted.
By a force unbeknownst to me.
I’m convinced that our dimension comes to her like time-lapsed video.
Lifetimes frame by frame 👇👇