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Memo (unedited) - a fake essay short story

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  Memo For multiple reasons we are compelled to send out this memo explaining our actions. Not as a kind of release notes but out of necessity born of the consequences themselves of our actions. This process is not new to us; we know that what we will point to is precisely that which must remain unseen – but a civilizational restructure is a celebratory time, bringing change even for us (in fact the only time that brings change for us)! Reality responds! And we adjust, evolving, too, by observing the novel and what it reveals about them and us. We would like first to assure you that we have observed at length, and would like also to assure that, independent of our pure observation, we have only the ultimate global good as our goal, the pursuit of which we become better and better suited to as we evolve. The appearance of novel mechanisms of transmission has become apparent to us, as a result of that very transition, stimulating the organism to adapt, unknowingly but subcon...
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The weight of titans (rough version)

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Fight for a flower, a songbird who sometimes sings  But really it's never known what the war was for As the flower was unlike flowers And no other could be found And a song once sung leaves no subsequent sound Only ears hear once and never again What memory can't handle what becomes a mere yearn True emotions become abstractions  We say we yearn  Because we can't remember, we know not what for But there's a take whence it came from Happened long ago When the world was older and dying The world is the hands of a titan of darkness Who stalked the earth all his days knowing only what for He roamed the earth like a wildling Singing his song - a brutal yell, a stream of conscience Buried in the earth Many years him and heeded what he pointed desperately to He caught the eye of a young man who saw her too He caught the wind of the songbird who to the titan flew He cast her down from her tower to read his books They wove a spell not to be forgotten for the world when it renewe...
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Sailor in the flood

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Oh, someone I know  once said so many things -   I don’t remember them as much   as the melody that rings   inside the caverns of my soul   whenever I’m alone   which has become so many years   beside a wellspring made of tears   and if you want to   you can find it   I’ll make sure it is out there   a light within the darkness   at a path that grows more clear  oh, the longer that you walk it  with my hand beside your own  reaching out inside the darkness  to touch the great unknown  I love you, I have said  without the meaning of the words  thrown out in vain - but like a dossier  it wrote upon my name  and now forever has become  the rest of my little life -  I don’t want to find what’s comfortable  nor fall in love with strife  and you can find it  if you look  know it’s a replica of you - ...
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Jesus was a wildman

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Jesus was a wildman Living in the woods Wept for all the animals And stayed there til age 42 After crucifixion He stole off in the night And remained in the wildlands for the rest of his days Again becoming wild He renounced all of his teachings He had nothing left to preach And when a child stumbled upon him He himself seemed like a child He said to the child we are one If you stay here you can become me Hidden away from the world found in a pure form Preserved for eternity In your purity For all to witness Desert and woods And lonely and buried And city and heresey And shipwrecked and married And celibate monks Who took up his same cross Just added his name To their dossier And changed all of history's written recorded Jesus Christ wept of the sunrise's beauty And nobody saw him, alone in the woods Like he left, a child, remained, a child Preserved, a child, unchanged, by world And his message Floated down the river of time The eternal lifespring Unbelievable finding Nobody b...
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Attention

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One minute you're a devil, then a king, then a man  but always turned about like a roast on a spit  by my merciless attention, which always looks afar -  If it landed on one of them, they'd just end up where you are.
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White Shadow

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White Shadow walking round my house's corner dragging a thin thread of my attention wherever                     memory in heart evermore as battle upon the soft and hard Earth floor House of black corners, gray walls, and white borders We flesh it out (I won't speak the colors) I won't speak; I'll laugh We love                     Look into each other and Life my cathedral its windows gold glowing Illuminates so much, too much to ever live Consciousness truly is split between skins their dancing reflected as shadows upon the black walls made by light of the candle poured and thrown over Оброз embedded into stained glass passed over by walkers of Earth (where are they going?) Men so dark and fast glance once Ice Queen sheds tears of melting snow Alien latticework bleeds – we'll never know if how why when what where who Crisis in he...
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The wind that blows between us

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The wind that blows between us      can be illusion; can be a light The home that either is not there or is. The whole world hangs in the balance of a simple coin toss:      whether the light flicks on or off      whether the walls are black or white Oh, the vision passes over me in the electrocuting air –      I've never met you      I am driven to my inner edge at your despair – You are a voice that's in my heart – more and more each moment      we join through to thought      – it isn't real, this dream      holding hands floating down the riverstream – The wind brings the world in a basket of chocolate fruit –      you never know where's the worm,      the snake is companion evermore –      I will not cry or scream but keep still and learn – I know this life it never ...
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