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Human evolution, a wondrous spark: one thousand three hundred grams of horns, claws, venom, and tusks. Our egos fight like angry lions, tooth-scraped bone, wounding pride, balanced the power precariously. Merciless with sharpened stick we argued undeniable truths, and proved our sophistication. Found facing the absolute, we stood sneeringly speechless, and irrefutably mistaken. Unwilling to submit suggestions, we accepted to be told nothing; but it had to end sometime. Our disoriente...

Shadows cast on tonight's silence, Memories fade in limited spectrum, While you calmly take out my eyes. Leaving hazy peripheral images; Fragmented ideas hollowed out, The shells left behind by bullets. A broken light switch comes to mind, And a door knob that will not turn. Innocence shed like skin cells. Shameful details I won't remember, Denial scabs, clotted disassociation, A fever seizing infected thoughts. A thousand follicles fail to refuse Your frozen grasp on...

Perched under darkness you once distracted Facing into light with pallid flashes Without saying it I admit defeat Paralyzing fear keeps me in my seat Reality shorted emitting distress Crossed-wires soldered to delightful flesh I am insulated now disconnected Newborn nightly by hope reflected Digitally immersed ported out, remote, Eye-strained, snow-blind my sleeping days float Of being pushed out no regret or fear Because nowhere could be further from here.

  Do you remember the names I whispered to your essence as you, crawling from the brine, sought meaning for shifting clouds and assigned reasons for my mood?   In that moment holding close, I embraced your novelty, marveled at endless progress, endured the painful changes, as we grew farther apart. Secrets hid in mystic ruins, tempting you from womb to tomb. Old age made you an infant, While the sun burned with fever and every ocean steeped brown. I wrote names across the sky as yo...

Pipes scale walls in empty apartments, haunted by the spirits of people hung by rafters for sheer joy. But now we have a better way. The boredom within this instant contains endless centuries of progressive thought, each ending with a red-cone-blinking-light and a sign solemnly reading, “Dead End.” Instead, a single device offers peace in place of fruitless study and thought. It waits patiently, with dead circuits, powerless. When suddenly, light stretches forth, like wall...