Invisible Cities – A Poem in Narration By Logik The wind carried me forward, forever in mercy. Daylight burned. The Night swallowed the Earth whole. There were no roads, only endless dust shifting beneath my feet. No stars to guide me, only the memories of cities I had left behind. A trick of the light, or a dream of something long forgotten. For days, I had seen nothing but sand. And then, a city. Or was it? It called to me. Through sand, through night, through hunger. A vision. No, a promise. Was it ever Real? Does it matter? Then again, real is just a matter of perspective. Even the faceless turned, As though the city itself watched in silence. Moments like that, the mind reshapes to survive them. From one silence into another. Where the stones remember, what the living forget. And what the living forget, The dead recall, carried on wings black as silence. A verdict unspoken drifted down, born upon a crimson leaf. Toward a city of glass, where every horizon folds into itself. Fractured glass revealed figures of light, swaying in rhythms no world had known. Yet in that shimmer, the doubt remained. Was any of it real, or was it an illusion of the mind? In the stillness, even the leaves refused to fall. And in their suspension, the boundary between dream and reality dissolved. As that boundary gave way, the world itself inverted. Sky folding onto Earth, order vanishing like breath. Once the world forgot its laws, even leaves no longer remained leaves. They swam as if remembering another life. From that fleeting current, the leaves surrendered once more to the air. Swept toward the horizon, where no dream remained. What had fallen as leaves, returned as armor. And the dream revealed its truth. @PJW_AI I will be posting the Visual to this poem in narration soon, submitted to the AIFilm3 Festival! @LaurenceFuller, Thank you friend for your inspiration @TheRobo42 You know what's coming!
