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Inspired by the Digital Art conventions and Exhibitions we come together and commune all over the world. Created for the 2024 Nordic Blockchain Conference.
Water breezing through streets,
The hot wet time, it drips easy,
We are this life arrived at last and sighing this afternoon,
The afternoon I met you,
Double espressos and a half finished tattoo,
Thought quenched the state we stayed in,
Beneath the trees shadows, statues swayed in the water ways,
Swans floating by in the shade.
Secret gardens by the palace the day before the big parade,
The day before, the day we saw,
They all arrived to play,
Boarders broken because we stepped on them,
We’ll fix it another day.
The elephants arrived, behind a pride of lions
I watched as she stopped by them
A sorrow in the blistering silence
Could the world conspire any better to create a paradise around her?
Monet had never seen a day so perfect,
Or maybe it was not the day at all,
Out of this ten seconds besides it
From lands afar, the glow of her skin still contained,
The arctic lights, the green sky, mains of wild horses
Sand from the South Seas and dust from paradise.
She rode across Europe, past the horizon once again,
Rode over plains, and fields and ice
The mountains a silhouette reflecting her life
In the day she stopped by the shore to watch,
The whales soaring through echoes,
By the penguins in flight,
She’s watched nature’s valley until dusk beckoned night.
Secret gardens by the palace the day before the big parade,
The day before, the day we saw,
They all arrived to play,
Boarders broken because we stepped on them,
We’ll fix it another day.
A bee hive that dripped with honey,
Frought with the valiant,
Pocket books and purses ready for a little money,
Coffers, hooks and curses to fish the coins from their paws,
The big red daze of the glaring stands filled with the astonished,
Tickle every sense and scintillation with anticipation,
For what can be seen through the blue smoke and haze,
Sun which burned their skin as they laze,
Simmering in those sun’s rays.
Secret gardens by the palace the day before the big parade,
The day before, the day we saw,
They all arrived to play,
Boarders broken because we stepped on them,
We’ll fix it another day.
~ Laurence Fuller, 2024
Original poetry, performance, sound, AI cinematics by @laurencefuller
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