End of a notebook.
Could say,
end of an era;
end of my motivation,
off into space starin’--
Contemplatin’ a vacation
30 for 30 not playin’
reconstructin’ consistency
for fires in belly.
Black & underrated,
Old & overstated.
Done seen many a act,
so being impressed
comes at a cost,
that’s great.
AI’s best, is slop
from my pen;
there is no machine
that can whoop
my imagination.
Dub Ace
Veinte plus Uno
times
30 for 30 closin’
but still this
ink shines.
Sublime to reality’s
release of emotional
burnout;
We broke
beakers, blood,
and promises
for the science of life
and still ended up
scarred–
felt banned & barred
by community
yet still I write…
still I be.
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