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the yellow sun
will rise again

this city will stir
stretching into the day

and I wonder—

will the evening bring
rain?

will dark clouds
cloak the grey sky?

for a moment
perhaps

autumn may
come early

and I wonder if
it will notice I am
not there

it doesn't matter
anymore


Low country

From mocks corner
To French quarter
Steeples so tall
80 degree weather in the fall

Post  courier deliver
Looking over the cooper river
Nature trails
Walking along the battery rails.
Proud patriot 
First time Stay at the Marriott 
White sand
Blue grass band

Low country
5 beaches abroad
A bridge so long
Beautiful sunsets
Citadel cadets
 
Rainbow row 
Mt Pleasant a stones throw 
Walking the town afoot
Food so good

Sweet grass baskets
City's market
Slightly North of Broad
Summerville not to far

Goose creek
Shem creek
Sweet tea
Low country
We are yielding to it in every phase,
Our own cognition grows faint and low.
We built intricate webs of thought,
Now code streams, where bright ideas go.

The ceaseless flood of digital tides,
The seamless assistance AI provides.
No space to strive, we're the data it feeds,
We heed the tech giants' gilded deeds,
And craft fresh forms of digital greed,
Become hooked and mesmerised
By new tales it feeds, new strategy devised.

The algorithms churn in server halls,
No truth escapes, behind those tall walls,
What unseen shifts, what hidden thralls.
So we are growing weaker still,
Our keenest senses start to chill.

The world is a filtered, growing haze,
Authentic feeling, no longer stays.
True religion
begins in the heart

The heart is the ruling power of manhood

You can enlighten the
understanding of man

But if his heart is wrong
the understanding only enables him to sin with a greater disregard for the responsibility resting upon him .
Trapped in flesh encasing the soul
wrapped in cancerous crust
residue of empty     fleeting oppressive
carnal thoughts and pleasures

Slowly bound as a fly in a web 
Small grains of poison neverending droplets of rain    
harmless attractions
Unseen the process
clearly seen the results

Many of these to be trapped in
many pleasures build houses
of pain     many webs    much poison    and a lot of rain

Many days become many
years    What is out of sight
still weakens spirit and mind
All experienced in the body
the flesh imprisoning the soul

Trapped in this flesh encasing the soul
a chrysalis in putrid
cancerous crust
SUDDENLY birthed as a New Creation of
spirit and mind made whole
Not perfect       but whole

Escaping as a fly from the ensnaring web
one grain of sand     small compared to mountain
Small steps of faith
unseen the process
clearly seen the results

Many cocoons to transform
in      many steps of faith to
take       many webs to avoid
many webs to escape

Much poison to grow
immune to       much rain
many days
All experienced
in the body
the metamorphosis of
the soul.
© 2025 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.
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