vale

a lot of sadness
a lot of dying
and pain of loss
there's a sense of doom

but it's spawn of sadness

a hollow sadness
an ache in the heart
pain in the brain
for lost comrades
in shadow now
their
numbers added
on a dark abacus

their bright lights
the energy they carried
it's been handed on to each of us who are left
we carry bright moments
magic of that
and this way we
keep their energy alive
in the world
it becomes part of our life
and those we meet

in this way we are
made rich by others
who pass through
our orbit

eyes wide open

looking!

hope shine

sleep in a black patch
make the hardness
soft
and sing the worst songs
in the best voice
and
tell me another one
i could use a laugh

creation

if it were possible to reinvent one thing
would i reinvent myself
or would i reinvent the world

pixels have feelings too

eyes staring into pixels
pixels boring into eyes
changing my perspective

mind models itself to fit those
bright shiny people in there
in that world of colour and compressed audio
they're made entirely of pixels
pixels that are
chasing other attractively arranged pixels

theyre going to make little people
made entirely of pixels

we can become virtual copies of our insides
our outsides can become reinvented
to match

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