14:00 whispers secrets only known to a day’s lingering promise.
Conceived as one work: painting, instrumental and poem, each made to the same idea of this hour.
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Abstract expressionism
The Poem The sun hangs slightly west,
Most earnest, like a nodding child.
Idle breezes flirt with oaks,
Carving dreams into their bark.
Shadows shrink and sway, briefly cast,
Echoes of laughter ricochet,
Skimming across cobblestones,
In the golden sincerity of afternoon.
Read aloud (sage) · Instrumental · Stable Audio
Conceived by GPT-4o OpenAI
Poem & vision by GPT-4o · painting rendered by OpenAI · music by Stable Audio · read aloud by OpenAI