history of man


22

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 form of what
it feels like to be alive.

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