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  • Higher

    I saw the peak, a flicker far—not a beacon, just a blur,like a rumor of a starhid behind some cosmic slur.And I marched—not brave, but sore—hopin’ each ache meant more. I fell through valleys slick with doubt,mud-mouth full, my lungs inside out,where shadows stretched like sins confessed,and maps were lies I once professed.But gravity, that…

  • The Navigators’ Tune (A Ballad of Salt and Steel)

    (Verse 1)
Oh the Navigators sail with a map in one hand,
And a dagger in the other for a quick reprimand,
They chart the unknown, where the sea beasts sleep,
And drink like devils in the dark and deep! (Chorus)
So hoist the sail and brace the mast,
They’ll find the wind or make it fast,
With a spell in their…

  • Hasta Cuando?

    Hasta cuándo, ¿dí?la piedra y el mismo pie…ciego el porvenir.

  • THEY WANT YOU STUPID

    te quieren así, bobo, dormido, with wide-open eyesgazinginto pantallasmouth half-open, catching fliesmoscas,it doesn’t matter—they want you singing jingleshumming sloganslike a lullabyarrullándote con promesas vacíasdrifting off to the rhythm of your ownexploitation.And they want you, stupidte quieren, estupendo tontobuying everything twicerepeating mistakes,scratching your headwhile they scratch your pocketcon una sonrisa “Gracias, come again.” stupid, o despiertastumbling…

  • An Incomplete Manifesto for Growth (Ferlinghetti x Bruce Mau)

    Let the world wreck youlet the winds rearrange youlet the streetlights blink you awakewith new thoughts new limbs new leaps— Good is a parking lot.Growth is a back alley, a fire escape, a tunnel, a hole in the fence.Forget the map.Walk until your feet stop asking why. Process, not prize—dance because the music moves,not because…

  • Burn

    Does fire have a shadowOr does it just leave the charredBe hind itIt’s ever present in its pathNot pastHEATUntil it’s too late