And after we’ve taken it allAfter every last bitOf dirtOf oilOf people and power and Dig down, climb up to the heaven-hellOf what we say we believeAnd find an infinity cavern of White, silent hallsForever and forever againWhat then? And after our micro chipsStumble from our fingers to our insidesWhen we become an itThe it we have… Continue reading What Then?
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Take Time
I took a moment to see. Just a breath of a moment. And the bitter turned sweet. I took a moment to taste. To feel the texture and relish the food-art. And the salad danced.