In this blooming society I like to scatter grains of dust
Leaving behind a trail of black matter
I do forget why we’re here
Or I never knew.
Encrypted in labels
Our lives
Connected with cables
And wireless emotions
Which fade in time.
Weak signals
Transmissions lost
Blame falls on the unworthy technician.
Distorted distances leave spaces for shame and guilt
A lack of harmony
A non-linear truth
Can one escape
This dull ceremony ?
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