I have heard you read that before, and it is a perfect, absolutely perfect companion to Pep's artwork, photography, and response to Blue's poem.
And I mentioned earlier that I had a new poem I wanted to read, and I would like to read it at some point. However, you just inspired me to want to read one that resonates with the one you just read, if that's all right.
Please, please, please, please, please do. This particular piece of artwork that's on top is one of Pep's AI pieces. It's photography.
Oh, I see. Yes. He does photography and many of the things.
He also dabbles with AI. Okay. I love it.
I love it. It is beautiful. But that's because of his expertise in the photography world, right? Right.
So we get to see. We were talking about that earlier. So the same thing.
Yeah, that's an example of knowing. Exactly. Yeah, the knowing comes first.
The AI comes later. Yes, yes. All right.
Sorry. Please, go for it. Okay.
This is a poem about poetry, and it is called Poetry of Blood, too, because it is an alternate piece that I worked on for Blue last year for a project. Red, the color of passions, the color of power, the color of words from the poet's veins. Red drops sing when they fall.
Pins of victory, anthems of justice, dirges for the dead. Red rivers flow from the poet's lips over the hand that covers the mouth to silence the tongue. Red roses bloom where the ink spreads and bursts into flowers from the poet's pen to the beating heart.
So I don't know what you ended up doing. Let me see. I'm going to post what I've done.
