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Moss! fallen from the gutter
A perfect sagged roundness

A salient green, I’m jealous
of the pavement it sits on

Spirals of leaves like rope
I drape on my warming hand

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Note:

I saw a globule of moss on the pavement, but such clarity of object can’t be achieved by the algorithm, which only seems able to mix and swirl visual concepts as if they were a kind of resin. One concept can’t dominate another, a singular object, because the concept of a painting is not singular, but holistic.