in the dark
before the dawn
eos slips
her mantle on
and madmen dance
out on the lawn
spin, scuttle, clop
for in the light
a toothless grin
or sunken eye
or drooling chin
betrays the madness
deep within
spin, scuttle, clop
and as the damning
daylight spreads
they waltz their way
back to their beds
to dance all day
inside their heads
spin, scuttle, clop
–image by ai
michaeljordahl 
Very interesting !
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Thank you very much!
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Your AI images are some of the best I’ve seen – which AI program are you using?
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Image Creator, I believe. My son installed it.
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Great poem, Michael, and the image is spot on. 👍
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Thank you very much!
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Ah, the pathos of your words. Your poem strikes a cord deep within me.
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I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, lol
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Some of both. 🫤
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Very intriguing!
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Thank you, Susan!
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