A Perfect Rendering


Rumbling in the ground

and movement in the air.

Blasts, like cycles

of destruction and creation.

Sentinels stand guard

at the crucible.

What is,

what was,

and what must still

come to pass

are forged within

this vast, cosmic machine.

Red slashed horizon

under a blue night sky.

Constellations fill the firmament,

as the bots

scamper about.

Everything sets about its purpose,

of making

and unmaking


Constructing the sunrise.

Executing the perfect night.

Manufacturing the Earth,

rendering it

in perfect definition,

while the users

remain unaware.



DJR – 2022

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