A clot of bare rocks in Ireland’s bloodstream,
the Burren shows a sullen, death-like stare
under a sky that offers no relief.
From this photo, no one would ever know
what once stood there, what secrets hidden
before the glaciers stripped it all away.
If I ask an AI to imagine
details outside the frame, it adds a mountain
and then, expanding further, a river,
a lake with waterfall and finally
you, walking towards the lens and viewer,
smiling at me and the silicon conman.
Published in Obsessed With Pipework
S.C. Flynn 