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Modernity
From a Hunter’s Moon
To a Harvest Moon,
Plumes
Of
Surplus
Dilate
In currents of liquid
Dreams
Of plenty for the many,
Memorialized
In structures
That struck the skies.
We had the time
To expand the mind
But instead
We reverse engineered
Prisons of fear
& greed,
Leaving the many in need.
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