A world without elasticity
builds long memories in my dreams.
The world of having a job,
riding a train,
dreaming of retirement.
As I come in and see the
tall buildings.
Every second in time, I see,
this gets more and more
attuned.
The manner in which this is
all
broken into
perfectly controlled sectors
I cannot count.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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