Ordinary compositions transformed by Grok
Standing on top
of a world
that is spinning
new visions.
An Omen
In the Moment
Eyes closed,
we dream
of shapes
that become others.
Eyes open,
they slip away
instantly.
From chaos
a face awakens,
transformed
into ornaments.
Silhouette of the Night
They could be birds
spinning in the water,
their dark wings
wet shadows,
their bodies shining
like mirrors reflecting the sun.
Mysterious Shapes
Dreaming of a backwards sleep,
as I fly across the abyss
of desert sounds
and rhythmic bodies.
In Search of the Lost Heartbeat
Myriad
Everything is expanding
into an obscure dream,
where things sleep, slip
and creep
into mysterious openings.
This demonic vibe
comes from above
and below.
What you see
will disappear
before you know it.
Rubber Circus
In their sleep-rituals,
they dream of eternity,
sometimes outside the lines.
Rush Hour
Possibilities tossed
in the air
from beginning to end.
Some Kind of Equilibrium
I opened wide the doors
and saw the outside
of a thousand eyes dancing
across the universe.