i like this poetry visualized thing it works ...

so Like I wrote a poem about this image prosetry - poem+prose with this image in mind ...

I did this image in Gimp 2.4 Apophysis 2.2 a digital camera and ... DAZ studio

lots of mixing in Gimp with the other three things...

this is starting to be considered as Pop digital art since the render pops out of the image

if you like leave a poem comment of the image-- the following is the prosetry ...

In the slime fields outside the City of Sith, greenish and purple like mists more poisonous then barekers & malignant neonical diseases purged themselves of their venoms for reasons unknown. In the forming glop there was psyonical devices from the far past that began to shape the fate's of life and death within that being. Slogat, mused by the occasion and silently touched by the beings of lightless evils know only as the Vigti Treti, bequoth her way into a reality none have returned.

But., yet, without knowing their beingness, the beings of lightless evils had ever so soon oppressed Slogat, as that she had turned on them in the end of endings thus making the stillness so unfounded that nothing became and nothing undone remained. The white noises' echoes were sparse and fleeting like crinkling wrappings of the morning's sunlight on the surface glazings. Plogat, knew that sitting across and forming their exacting realities in motionlessness volumes like the Vigti Treti had taught would solve what was needed to begin here again...

Once inside the slime fields of the City of Sith, there was to become what would never be known into that world where she thought it just as so it was taught. Inside the bursting brights of events meant that even opening the doors of life and death were nothing. Where the being becomes of what it would and do what it will as well as they could was what was deviantly opposed to known followers of the Vigti Treti. Slogat seeing them for who they can catch like the lights on a flame of life, all the while words blocked their view and obscured the frozen nine inside her. So then benign of life yet alive and free her mind testifying that real and unreal were created equal into and of the two none knew. It was again.