Last Age of Humanity


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Let us abandon then our gardens
And go home, Earth does not care
The trials of her fruit, her childrens’
Strange makeup, the way we
Cannot balance for her long reign

Let us abandon then our cities here
And return to the stars, Earth does not
Mind if our heroes depart
Let us go home, and sit in the sitting room
And admire the history of our kind

Before it is too late, before extinction’s bell
Out of the glittering bay
Of our countless genocides and mistakes
Leaving countless forests barren
And burying darkness of our blood upon the plains

Let us abandon then our memories & fears
When from the splendid dead, we see what
We have at last become, part-machine
It is the end of an era, of almighty sex
Now evolution pursues new paths

Leaving the leftovers to no dominion
Let us abandon then our genes
For clones, hybrids, new models
Of what life could have, should have, been.

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An Era Of Clandestine Golden Coins


These days we see it differently
The ambiance of the sun is spotting
She is bleeding afternoons differently
Like a dove’s flight in a countryside late afternoon
The pictures are about breeze

In the city with an empty stomach
Always aching for the frequency of nature
It’s a heathen country, to be born in Beijing
The drinking waters’ contents are secret to us
Chancing to query at the impossible odds

I ask for directions, in a direction-less world
With only the scripts they give us
These days I see it differently
When am I to find the higher way
When the world is a sold-out search engine

It reminds me of death, the corporate-system
These people will be replaced with clones
And will not know the difference, believing
Themselves to be unique, it’s a different genealogy
I know more kinsman left by love unconditionally

Their lives a routine of pre-defined conditions
Everyone has become a fill-in, like migrant workers
Beautiful women barter the calendar of every day.