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[Fkeu'itan]

We funneled what we were,
Into paper, symbol, and system.

Truth, honesty, sincerity,
Light, love and lust.

Replaced by figures,
Barcodes, bar-charts...

Market research, focus groups,
Schools of thought and theory.

Sinew, blood and bone reduced,
To little more than analysis.

And all for what?

For survival?
For future?

For 'progress'.
Progress for whom?

For we cannot win a race,
That has not a finish.

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Didn't know what to title this, and I guess it's really just anti-humanist ramblings, feeling particularly futureless today.