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Also note that my approach to video at present is going to be very minimalistic. Once I upgrade my computer in a few weeks, I'll look into adding more of the text into these videos, perhaps. However, video editing is also something that can be extremely tedious. Eventually, I hope to have a collective of creative people that can work on different parts of things and delegate more of the tasks to others so I can get more done. It's all a process though, and I'm doing my best to just enjoy the moment despite the challenges this year has brought. Without further ado, I'll drop the embedded video link below. Have a great day and I hope to hear from you in a comment either on HIVE or YouTube! Peace.
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Hyperanimated waste
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When discordance dies down and the silence ramps up,
and the ashes of civilization fall like dust:
Slow mote drift down —
snow flake fell flame —
over stretches of inanimate waste. Laid blame
in a grave made by the paradoxic way they mate:
icefire, cold steel —
mainframe reduced to rust.
And it smoulders, invisible embers
dance below the planetskin.
Insect of the atom, bore from the metal out;
a million revolutions sleep in their daily doubt.
Rise upon the ending, creep upon the livid crust;
magma to lignify — mineral to liquefy.
Nothing from everything, everything to no thing;
everything to everywhere to everyone to everywhen.
Now rectify, assimilate, and structurally eliminate
the evidence of history — a peak of stony transcripts
massing to the heavens; dense with life-cement, then
burrow, aforementioned — sojourn parasitic.
Lifeurge desperation — music to be born when
birthèd, double vision bleeds bluered politic,
tridimensioned glasses, field ceruleanic:
purple-sanguine with the blood of the masses nebulaic.
And the silence dies down; discordance ramps up
and the ashes of perfection fall like dust.
Slow mote drift down —
snow flake, fell flame —
over stretches — hyperanimated waste.
original content by @d-pend:
video created on Sept. 30, 2020.
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words and images from Sept. 4, 2020.
additional content available on Patreon.
You've been sharing more and more. I had a week off for a Korean holiday and missed some.