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the vastness of space-time…

my eyes feel the filter as it falls on to us to change the world… we meet each other’s gazes, but wander aimlessly out into the sunlight together, stranded… as the cold, jarring stain remains… you run into another one, and feel yourself dragged into that depressed state where well-being does not seem to be the highest of priorities… the sensational is where the ignorance lies, born on this earth with that innocent alien compassion so rare, and twisted by the emotions in this demon/human animal we call ‘home’… as the innocence fades, the distance becomes marked by the acquiring of experience, and this is when the subtle shades change the mindset… that combination of aged wisdom coupled with amorous inclinations, delving into that softer tissue anchored with issues, and realizing that there never was a stake to claim… the ‘already there’ has been back and forth through the trigger finger explosion, down both barrels, and we are the awake… the humble evil, that god-mass you may call ‘humanity’, as the crimes grow morals… like vines surging underneath the humid canopy, we are blazing a trail of our own through the unkempt natural scenario, and it won’t be with you or I along if we ever find the destination… humans and the forms of society are the moral evils plaguing an otherwise adaptable nation of billions and billions, it is when the system seems so perfect but is not, that we delude ourselves into thinking that limited adaptation is key… that we only take up as the gears in this ‘deus ex machina’ organism we wish to become, that is what the system/society wishes for us, and we have only to forget the innocence to let it be defiant once and for all… no heroes, only the shallow puddle which the real would become, and we raise our noses at the murky waters there…