We are /Not/
When the grit crashes and the black screen flashes the world back at us Where we do not flush each minute with noise fill all the gaps in the market Where poop flows and is /not/ held hostage Where bodies decay and are /not/ balsemed into eternity Where kids roam and are /not/ shaped into useful subjects Where rivers meander and are /not/ forced into dams Where humans human and not desperately fill every nook crack cranny minute gap silence space and place To avoid realizing we became everything we are not


Such texture 🔥 Yes this feels like resonate 🔥