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  • Jan 2, 2020

Updated: Aug 25, 2021

Try as you may,

to keep the bubble,

of your frail existence,

burst it will.


Cosmeticize to your heart’s content,

miseries and trophies of a life lived,

on terms made by your growing self,

your independent self, your free of influence self.


Do it.

Make it a one of a kind bubble.

Connect with other bubbles,

on values shared.

Make a fist.

Make a tongue.

Make a noise.

It will all still go.


Fighting over insignificance,

virtuous selfishness is no match

in face of malicious selflessness.

Futile.

Both fools.


The game plan needs to be bigger,

bigger than your lifetime,

you selfish little meat bags.

Still futile.


Failing simulation of humanity,

and we are still fighting over a pixel,

of our fleeting existence.


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  • Dec 1, 2019

Updated: Aug 25, 2021

Changes, changes, changes.

The shape of clouds on the canvas.

Sculpted by wind.

Filled with water.

Crackling lightnings.

The fire in this one,

is not for all to see.

The results are.


T


  • Nov 30, 2019

Updated: Aug 25, 2021

Fables!

old and new,

opposites and opposites of opposites,

all gather now.

The plumage of fire,

tickled by wind,

brushed by mist,

is circling the skies.

The earth will be scorched,

resetted, reborn. Grounds

to cover still. Time will tell.

Time will tell.


T


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