The following was written years ago and a bit of a middle 20s angst. Yet I think there are elements that even today ring true.

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I’m always worried I’ll miss the train.

Continuously looking over my checklist,

Ensuring I have it all in place like Mr. Realist..

As i’m checking…

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Dribble Drip Drip

The animated Rhodesian air,

Fused with earthy savor;

Indigenous patter,

coupled with Mambweian chatter,

projected the delighted green aster.

Immovably gripping upon its delicate stem,

Erected

Interlocked with Tongian culture.

Contributing grandeur,

to the somber wood,

sensitive

The aiding green aster

5 and 2 inch petite

Leaves bellowing,

Emanating hazel brilliance,

prudcent disposition

Fortified with organic beauty

mystical

The little green aster

Petals of exquisite design.

Flowing with effortless glee.

Aerodynamic!

Just like the workman’s beast

Graceful

The impeccably cute green aster

Her grace is shielded,

Barred by archaic beauty

Love’s pervasive devices

Converged with piety.

Beautiful.

Chris Ried

I’m a generative artist and data scientist who is interested in solving problems, creating gen art and data vis, understanding biology and philosophy.

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