Saturday, August 30, 2008

3D Genetic Algorithms - Abstract Nº 57

I'll clutch — and clutch —
Next — One — Might be the golden touch —
Could take it —
Diamonds — Wait —
I'm diving — just a little late —
But stars — go slow — for night —

I'll string you — in fine Necklace —
Tiaras — make — of some —
Wear you on Hem —
Loop up a Countess — with you —
Make — a Diadem — and mend my old One —
Count — Hoard — then lose —
And doubt that you are mine —
To have the joy of feeling it — again —

I'll show you at the Court —
Bear you — for Ornament
Where Women breathe —
That every sigh — may lift you
Just as high — as I —

And — when I die —
In meek array — display you —
Still to show — how rich I go —
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful —
And banish me —

Emily Dickinson, 427.


7 comments:

๑۩۞۩๑♥V♥๑۩۞۩๑ said...

made of gold...lovely piece ..wish it was for real..

runnerfrog said...

Glad you like it.

Will Doohan said...

Golden bubbles in the space-time continuum, as seen from a higher dimension.

Deb said...

Will grabbed the space, time, dimension comparison so I'll go with the light side.

golden mardi gras fun beads!

runnerfrog said...

Will, I'm such a genius, I might be the first human in creating that ;-)

Deb, yes, but the space-time continuum, as seen from a higher dimension!

Moflo said...

"And doubt that you are mine —
To have the joy of feeling it — again -"

I love that poem. For me, that line is sort of symbolized by the art.

runnerfrog said...

I'm very glad you like it, M.

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