If man is dust
those who go through plains
are men
if woman is jewel
those who visit unanimous beauty
are women
so fond of travelling
so fond of creating
i did not drink plenitude in vacuity
i only witnessed it there
a while, until my bones
melted like popular seeds
gazing at the sky
until the turquoise heights took me
and i was a child once again
looking out into the sea
ready to pull the curtain
on this immense forest of breathing
murmuring with a hundred desires
if humanity is a need
those who act and speak
must be human, at the dance of hours
at the brink of extinction
phantoms of what were once corporeal creatures
soldiers in a manipulated biology
i write knowing what the world
is becoming, an organism
of a most probable quantum machine
a lost algorithm of evolution
that grasps the lonely formโฆ
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