Poem Original

Poem Original

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  • Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) india ink storybook mixed media visualize this poem by Sproutfuel2: I am more weathered than any favorite sweater, yet made with more care than the quilters flare. Many generations passed not the original fabric, yet some hybrid of past. Woven in digital light, clothing expressions of human plight, every rip every tear every cat hair, or dog. Not a thread or a shred of wool from a sheep, leave them be in the field to bleat and sleep. Not to feather or any down stolen from the chicks or the rooster with the crown. A Japanese American vegan found we cannot trade life for time yet time for life is abound. And perhaps we shall collapse all at once in a big meteoric volcanic blast. We've made it thus this far and the animals think the humans are strange But they've joined us on a path to fame.
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