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#A Day A poem. Conclusion: Read poem. Religion It’s poetry, my friend For I believe in words I conjure I trust in science kindness not threats of rotting in Hell jails which prison my Honest beliefs in myself trust in life everlasting Blasting explosions and A world of do-overs Beyond this existence pestilence or virus continues on energy regenerating over and over and over again My friend, we are the vessels This time Poem by Maggs Vibo, 2020 Science Needs Better Marketing. Many people who love their high-tech smartphones, refused to trust scientists when it came to Covid." Comments are closed.
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Welcome to my literature, music, and visual poetry project. My blog represents a method for deciphering the fragments left behind in the Anthropocene. Writers use ashes as a metaphorical device in storytelling. Have you ever wondered about the symbolism of ashes? Archaeological fragments of tablet, papyrus, bone, scroll, and pottery are recognizable the world over. In our digital era, however, our lost folkloric works disintegrate into dust. In this sense, I consume the silver flakes and use my he{art] as a vessel to rise from dystopic wastelands. I share lore through the oral tradition. Ashes to Ashes we continue on ∞ to infinity ∞ We are ash. We are stories. We are star dust. We are eternal.
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