Divergent Realms

staring into the abyss even the moon is missing tiptoeing on civilized brinks eminence fights essence I sink beyond cloudy skies internal phoenix rises again hoping to dissolve ashes darkness welcomes me blowing wishes for kisses shooting stars burn endlessly fake arrows aim for fame influencers change minds consult AI to write lines everybody gets the same they talk about the greats love their words wholeheartedly like capitalist bots perceive yet they cast me out I’m not even bait on a line a leaf blowing in frigid winds dreading and loving the fall lone star shining in violet skies gravitating toward the light trying not to fade away forget questioning why I’ll never be their kind maybe if I flashed my tits I could gain respect at least for a minute attempt to stuff me in a box and you’ll soon find I’m worthless now a good soul strikes against millions sometimes odds I can’t compete with but I know what’s right I was born for this shit and someday you’ll see — probably after I’m dead don’t humor me posthumously — great writers live in history unfortunately, painfully, mistakenly, others claim monetized creativity as soon as their sad lives decease shortened by the same goddamn society that now celebrates their writing if they were here today, they’d be perceived the same way so, tell me again how your content’s great I can’t claim I’ll be listening my heart beats in a different realm staring into vividness dancing partner of true genius where real writing drops asteroids on generated lines of generic ass shit