Changing Destiny
In the epilogue of final exists
At the wild invention of stories
In the emergency of all narrative
Who will you decide to be?
In the immediacy of dreaming
Where only a few years count
How will you stalk destiny?
Dripping with the temporary
Appetites of mortality
What will you give your soul to?
The journey that is
Beneath velvet stars, points
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As tiny as infinity
Blindly feeling even thoughts
Your body pulling you
In mundane directions
The moon never did any good
Breeding, profit, mating, belonging
But is that all you were created for?
In half-lit houses we ache
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But do not know why
A quicksilver fluidity of the future
And the grave realities that contains
All of us in holographic form
Forever retrievable, forever
Exportable to baby-earths
An algorithm of small theatres
Beautiful framed by the prospect of free-will.
Wuji Seshat 
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