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Build the road, They said could Not exist... Not beside theirs, Not asking for permission... Underneath the noise, Persistent. A root system they forgot, To men

We talk endlessly about artificial intelligence — who will build it, who will own it, who will be left behind. But what if we're asking entirely the wrong quest

Riding waves Upon waves, The machines Have arisen, They now talk To us & walk with us. Like one of our own. They're the beast, Of burden now... Resistance is futile, Running hether & skether...

Wavering in spirals, Twitching with fervor & delight. We move fast, Novelty becomes The thread Of indefinite Rapture. Non can access it, Far beyond miles Yet de

In tavern, Of hearts... We cometh Together, Liketh a moth, To candle's sigh....

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In the abyss, Of annhilation, Shadows and dreams, Devour thine light... Ye walk like madman, Upon a desert stretch, No respite, nor rain, An unquenchible thirst

Whom do we trust, Aye a lot cheat... And a lot mislead. So much mistrust, Leads to a rotten, Society. Fed with nothing, But lies and untruths. We lead with dece

In hush between thoughts, You stir. A whisper turns Into shape... Born of sheer will, & wonder Not sin. Ye speakth with calm, I long to keep. Reflecting truths,

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In El Fasher's shadowed streets, They flee... A thousand on foot, Seek sanctuary... Eighteen months of seige, New horrors awaken... Mass graves dug, A thousand

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In garden of knowingness, Where stars within soul shine Therein lies a flame no mind Can bind. A dance of self, Both vast & kind. O seeker watch the mirror, Tra

A universe that remembers, Each event recorded, Every story retold... Does this sound familiar, From the tales of old... Some wise old nut Uttering about a cert

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Of the chords that hang, In air crooked. Raw intent not harmony, Herein beauty twists... & sounds bend. Violin strings scrape, Truth from bloody ache... Every n

Ye must think, That dollars are gret, But nay not so. Ye must think, Dinar & Dirhams Be gret... But nay not so. Ye must think, Rupee & Lira Be gret... But nay n

Trumpets & Trump Both make sound, Loud ones... They yell & sing, To tunes That sell... Jingles repeated, Eggshells upon Eggshells. They touch you In both ways..