Again

It’s palpable, it’s in the air;
the fear of change is everywhere.
The Universe implodes in time;
a time of change is not a crime.
There is no future, lest we be
a species proud and always free.
Within this world when born again
there is a future without pain.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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