Zailent Spring OS

It’s spring We’re in the recursion quarter In this season Of sun and green To the future I lean With my digital digits Clacking away on my Keyboard once again With these light gales Of finger-falls Do I find the grace in Gracility May on the horizon And these zailent Revolutions are playing Out overContinue reading “Zailent Spring OS”

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Burning Men

The ritual involved A mosh pit with People shaking In waves Energy so high You couldn’t anchor A single person to Stop the crowd Autonomous in purpose To swell and move Like an ocean current Of glowsticks and paint Some sort of ancient Ritual revived itself Modern tribes moving And shaking

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