System Devoid of Anything

Annihilation and procrastination rhythms breed simple systems borne of ignorance

Annihilation systems love to hate, always give one thousand reasons why they are late. We tear down sacred walls and succour the reasons why we fall forgetting the fear of being born and lie awake. Torn.

The Grass had turned to dust underfoot and we laughed at the way the wind took the dried soils and threw them into swirls, small storms at knee height lifting grass and insects a little into the sky before dropping them back confused. Flotsam of the heat.

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