No one makes
it out alive.
No one is
left to remember.
Maybe
our descendants
will find our art,
our computers.
Canvas burns.
Plastic melts.
Screens go dark.
Clouds evaporate.
No one
makes it
out alive.
You’ll see.
No.
You won’t.
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( Just a reminder that these are my opinions. You're entitled to your own.) I started reading The Artist’s Way (hereinafter abbreviated...
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The Book: The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow Citation: Graeber, David and D., Wengrow. 202... -
Apologies. I did not post a poem on December 20th, 2021 ... I suppose I was bound to miss a day sooner or later, but this is the first time ...
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