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In today's hunger, we surge ahead
without a future.
The present, the concrete,
blinds us as it whitens the days—
everyday life waits
in which we forge
the illusion of what we believe ourselves to be.

Time, whenever conceived, stamps its rhythm onto our ignorance that feeds on promises of evolution beyond the living truth that shapes us.

Time offers us hope and
we hold fast to the belief
that tomorrow will come.

As utopia dawns,
we add our soliloquies
drugged by the slumber
of our swollen pride;
we photographed our solitudes,
shared them with smiles,
and fled from silence.

The 21st century—
honeyed in the mute enchantment of the binary.

Let us return to thought, to stillness and reflection, to living speech, to the whole of being otherwise.

Let's come back to the ground.
Let us recall that this world
only grows through thinking,
among equals, aloud.