Somebody someday hummed a raw tune
and the whole civilization
started booming,
the hope became the destinations,
the picks started piercing the covered images,
a concept of compassion came out of the need to find a continuation in progress.
But the lunatic who out of nowhere hummed that tune with broken voice
saw the crossing of two illumination in front of the naked eyes.
The vibration that he had started
he saw that to shimmer with the whole strings.
The lunatic dissolved with the force of a whole maddening culture.
And at this time in present some people has cracked the code,
perhaps there’s no ending… perhaps it’s the boundless future that has already ended and we are just a creation of a sudden urge out of nowhere,
moving by an infinite bus with different pictures outside our windows.

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Photograph: Rob Pearson-wright.