bexferal on Nostr: I don’t know this world anymore… nor do I know the memory of my people. What have ...
I don’t know this world anymore… nor do I know the memory of my people. What have we become? Laced, degraded, bludgeoned… hard fought, and mere offering of afterlife being our companion, even while our children scream, lost amongst the toil, and making flashed upon a screen. A tune singing or reclamation, making our effort seem as palpable as the wet upon the stone. Our effort a drip .. to carve.
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