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electricity and the cold
When did it start With Lucy or the not so wise man When gardening turned to farming In Babylon or The valley of silicon With Ford’s assembly or Benjamin’s We did this First when a foot struck a beetle on the earth, if only it’s unassuming eyes knew A bow and arrow struck a deer…
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you will never understand anything completely
The other day I was thinking, as usual How does my mind work? I know about words called neurons, synapses, and potential Neuroscientists can study and give theories with those concepts Forage for data and attempt the objective To then explain for the average Joe (or Jane) But words are not my cup of tea…
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fantasy fountain
the one that seeks a fountain finds they are misperceiving a critical component of life seek no fountain no future water source for in scarcity even water tastes like fruit no eternal spring will save you life in saturation becomes dull eventually to want a fantasy fountain misses the miracle of a single drop whether…
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sides of the same
life is a knock death is a doorstep though more like a coin both sides of the same why do some wish for it? life without death an endless experience the wanting is inherently ungrateful sometimes… life wishes for more life and fears death as change to walk through the door is to listen in…
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illusion
fall down the rabbit hole No, you’re not flying Keep time down by the second What a waste of time dying They counted down Those stars in the sky Until no stars were left In the “sky” named space A lifeless vacuum Not even the sun Not even the sun was present by the time…
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Un-pay attention
I pay attention to things Whether I want to pay or not I click, I view, I like Or don’t like a page, a post, a story And somehow I pay for it, seeds and all but I don’t want to plant anything The line that’s on Makes no difference between The content and the…
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View from the Clouds
Angels sing upon heavenly clouds and others grounded weep dearly. Sunshine dances in the sky and rain pours somewhere else. It’s only a matter of place. I wonder why tears exist in a world with such beauty they said, ever so cavalierly. It’s the role of the dice. People can make it, nearly. Some search…