I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation...

...she's coming in, 12:30 flight; the moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me toward salvation.

I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies.

He turned to me as if to say...hurry, boy, she's waiting there for you!

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  • You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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