Potestades Virgo Case

only things grown in the ground remain
but mismatched without the hand of man
see that they dodge beautiful
their languishing longitudinal vegetable bodies
never suffer fracture the stems with fruits
and their armor and weapons, bark and branches
trees
no, I didn't think our past was decent
humans
if you ask me about those days of debauchery
we were building ourselves up like the men we now are
with wars and ironworks asps vertices vortices cusps
and it was discovered that it is easy to be reborn another
improvement is advisable
there is only one exit after a wall called brain
then the field we learned to cultivate
now this is what we are having mastered cultivation
homunculi like scattered tares sprouting without end
the power of some being the downfall of others
history built with annihilations
and then the progress
the home appliances
microwave TV freezer wire and electricity
then bytes and bits
now nanoeverything
tomorrow AI and nothing more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
May 25, 2022 at 12:57 PM
Incredibly astute thinking, Marco. I am heartbroken today over the massacre in Uvale, Texas, or I would write more. I am intrigued by your phrase "improvement is advisable there is only one exit after a wall called brain." Also, "history built with annilhilations and then the progress." I shall ponder these a long, long time.
Chies Avatar
May 25, 2022 at 2:05 PM
This is a tragedy that has been repeated all too often. A sad, painful moment. There is nothing that can repair these human losses. I think that's enough, it's time to think of a solution so that this never happens again.
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