Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Oh the moon

Oh the moon


Its changes seen through clouds 

And in clear skies too

We must Be

For there is not a functional 


The idea of Self

Holds only in freedom 

To Be

To Live

To Espouse


The ever changing 

The auto-correcting, mass-marketing algorithm that is modern life

We must mourn 

We must believe

And we must build

Celebrating sovereignty 

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