Fingertips.


A world of
perspective at your fingertips. You see, it’s nice to have something to come
back to; what is your perspective of the world? Is it yours? Is it mine? How
much will it cost for all of time, a cascade of now, forever dine? You are what
you eat, so they say. What space ain’t complete without text? Textiles and
planks? Industrial ownership, who’s the boss? How much will it cost for all of time,
a cascade of now, forever; why not kind? It is our entirety to keep values in heartbeats
and fingertips and all that we need to feel and breathe as we all must do. What place must we name, take, steal and
rape? I hold dear now, kindness as ours before we all break. I know it’s not just me. You feel the great turning, inside and where the media feeds on what’s yours, and ours, but where prophetic profits abide. Corporate performance rates, like fevers. We must all sweat this thing out and stand for life, liberty and happiness available to all alive and awake. How much will it cost for all of time, a cascade, run away, out of control; but who’s to pay? Fingers left, still so many to choose? 

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