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I know it's all distractions, diversions
it's changed in an instant,
there's not just one plan, but alphabets
always movin' around,
a game of cups and shells in many layers
drivin' the machine forth,
credits, image recognition, facial features,
it's all logged somewhere.
So what if the machine put it in reverse
and let imperfectionism
be the central pillar of the art world
instead of cubes, triangles,
and shapeless replications of aesthetics
what if the artists -
told the story of the machine in
the wilderness?
Nowadays people behave like programs
because personality
isn't a usefull equation in the quantum
it's runnin' off the trails
because programs doesn't understand
stillness of the minds eye.
"i'm workin' as the easter bunny,
puttin' eggs in a basket"
Yet, the unmasked truth of creation
is a process of change,
evolutions are a lie, but circumstance
makes it all appear real; -
If we're all sailing without a purpose
or direction until
everybody on the ship is dead,
it didn't matter then.
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