See what rises from dark days and turmoil,

Bear witness to tides receding inwards.

As time’s weight flickers in significance,

The flame within us elucidates the darkness.

Those outward projections wane in collective value,

As we return to our personal milieus.

Waste not, for the time has arrived—

Indeed, it is already here.

The title of this poem was used via NightCafe Creator, an AI art generator, to create the top image. You can view more of my collection here.