There is a certain quiet serenity,
like a lake of deep tranquillity,
a beautiful moment of reflection
as I gaze into calm waters.

As the sweet birdsong
lulls my woes to sleep,
lifting my spirits high
giving way to my contented sigh.

Silencing all ambiguity,  
as it brings forth certainty
that this perfect peace  
should outlast time itself.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I laid my body on the tall grass.
She wrapped me in a rustle of green.
I closed my eyes in the shadow of a tall pine,
curling up so the pain wouldn’t spill beyond my heart.

Consciousness sinks into nothingness.
I feel the particles of my “self”
breaking into a million molecules.
I flow through the grass and seep into the earth.

Now my body puts down roots,
nestling against the pine that weeps with resin.
My emotions pass through the trunk of the tree.

The thread of memories is a long earthworm,
crawling through the empty
corridors where once blood pulsed.
White bones remain still,
slowly dissolving into the vessel of eternal life:
Earth, water, air, lost particles of light,
and my longing for the final union.

Doubts hollow a chamber,
soft and warm – my new home.
When my dream ends,
I will dwell in it.

Now I am the pine.
My needles, bark, and resin
radiate invisible light
for this space, for this world.

Yes, I was once human.

Every time I'm AI tempted, because the curiosity level quite high,
Turn away, for the caloric risk of a bag of Hershey's kisses is nada
Compared to the heroinic addiction of that 'helping' slippery slop(e)

Finally asked, the nameless Intelligencer within my tablet's purveyor,
The burning question. "Write me a poem in the style of Nat Lipstadt,''
watched the throbber thinge (endless circling icon indicating
the machine is "thinking" about it)

Shocking response!

*Roses are red,
violets are blueish,
copying the style of nat
lipstadt,
is uniquish,
therefore impossible
to do,
to-dooo~
wapa-dooo~
uplicate

Over and over, over and over, over and over again.
Over and over, over and over, over and over again.
That’s what it takes, that’s what creativity takes, but it also gives immeasurably more. So, try,
Over and over, over and over again.
It’s worth it, you’re worth it.
Over and over again.

tire
of waiting to grasp you,
reading almost every word you write, leaves me pleased,
and yet,
incomplete,
and yet,
bereft,

how can this be fair,
how can this be justice,.
I tire of just~ice,  
when warmth is
the blessing needy for our unceasing,
your arms to grasp
your forehead to kiss  
my arms on your arms
in the idealylic embrace

What do I have to do with my time but write poetry
and seek you out,  plan to trip in every neighborhood,
in every country and touch on continents where I have yet to tread!

So answer me this,  
with one simple word,
direct me to the nearest one,
the airport closest to you,
to close and confirm our humanity,
our Unification and the place will
I call, nominate, we become a citizen of:
The United State of Us...

postscript
I will  
Travel heavy,
every body part in case, for you to rearrange
in whatever shape you find most to please!
How can I only write love poetry
if I have not told you face-to-face,
the most elemental benediction:

you are my Lord, my grace
complect me into your ****** lace,
and give us this day our own daily,
unique to our new birthplace