Frames of Growth - An AI Poem / EZE, 2026

Frames of Growth

The camera stuttered in jump cuts,
slicing the view of a plastic sky
until the film ran dry.

Tomorrow waits behind a curtain,
a garden of seeded potential
where the daffodil prepares to break
the cold, hard crust of the earth.

We entwine our fingers like roots,
ignoring the tinsel glare
of a shallow, shimmering time,
reaching instead for the dirt
and the steady pulse of growing.