[SWEPT AWAY]
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These days as I pick at these keys I think of the past... mine and so many more... merging into the future of the matter.
From whence we came and to where we go as relative to the globalization of we so to speak.
If I may?
As these seasons change and the trees glow in fluorescent green spreading semen to pollinate the seed which will one day leave the parent to propagate the earth.
So much potential in such a tiny package... kissed by the light of thermonuclear fusion... filtered through the antimatter of space.
Broken down atmospherically and redistributed as solid masses of humanity as the headlong rush continues... to the end.
The earth raises her hand to strike back as she is drained dry... raped and desecrated... her dress ripped and torn as it hangs from her shoulders and her scars show through.
Steel and concrete scabs where artificial light shines back into the night sky... domestic violence has been perpetrated as poison runs down her legs and into the rivers and seas.
Chemical compounds in the food and water as the girls grow full at younger and younger ages... hormones and pheromones that penetrate into the fabric of all this.
Man so busy paying for insubstantial things that he forgets to pay attention to things... floating past the view as we revolve spatially.
Child of Allah, child of the sun... child of man...
If I may?
HAMZAHFARUQ
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