Ethereum

Argus Wait

Collection

Private Poet Salon

Creator

TheDigitalCoy

Description

Argus Wait is the corresponding scroll for Argus Waits, an AI-collaborative portrait with DALLE-2 with original music & metadata poetics by TheDigitalCoy. I have applied the Publicly Private Eye Treatment to the image and metadata ... it will live on via the blockchain. The companion piece Argus Waits, was entered into Claire Silver's "#ClaireAIContest (https://twitter.com/TheDigitalCoy/status/1559433584863170561?s=20) In the Archive of Dreams, possible paths are written as a kind of command, e.g., "Argus Wait", "Argus Listen" or "Argus Speak" for the actors to live...& if a path is chosen, is archived forever...as an action, e.g., "Argus Waits", "Argus Listens" or "Argus Speaks". --- Eye recall the very moments Before Eye fell tumbling to sleep: A field of gold before the starry night With flowers flowing out and deep Beyond the view that might be seen Or imagined by even an all-seeing god With perfect vision. Hermes had left momentarily To fetch a cool, refreshing drink Within the forest by the creek Where nymph do bathe And children play And hunters seek A thing to slay. Eye often set about that place And sometimes spent the day in chase In search of strays From my simple herd Or to sit and debate In Hecate’s salon Until campfires late. Before Hermes returned, Eye felt a chill And look from her That often kills even gods. Hera pulled upon my chains Looked in my heart And massaged my brain. Her touch can be gentle If it is what she needs But beware of her real thoughts Her deeds and her true desires Which often are mixed With blue fire and ice Destroy anything? Twice she will not think. When he had returned She had disappeared But was still there; Eye saw her ear Hovering about With my trusty third eye She does not know Eye have no doubt Eye will not die. Eye will be free In my own simple way Roam about through time Swim through space And live the lives of many See a plethora of things that have not been seen Through the justice and infinite sympathy Of my many lifetimes friend Hermes, the guileful Hermes, the kind.