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And so, we went
from an invisible politics
graphed upon our comfort
to a politics you eat, drink and breathe.
Propaganda as lens, we forgot our meta.
The conditions had been set
or had been setting.
The sun cuts through space.
We could hear it loud as a jet engine.
History revealed itself, and rolled away
from our chests like a red carpet down stairs
as we forgot.
Where was I but anonymous
in the crowd, looking up, the planet rolls to face the dark
alight with
in porous grey matter.
|\ by Mac Vogt
|\ video & audio edit by SatoriD
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