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Apr 2023
Solace
for the
soul.
None
to be
found.
Modernity
unraveling.
Morphing
the brain.
Things
are
heating up.
Technology
running
amok.
Minute
by second
evolving.
Leaving
most behind.
Few
see it
coming.
Technological
tsunami
circling
the globe.
Changing
everything.
Out of
control.
Confusion.
Angst.
Rapidly
changing
terrain.
Shifting
­under foot.
Undulating
existence,
a blur.
Unnerving.
Tension
abundant.
Anger
everywhere.
Exponential
­change.
No end
in sight.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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     Γ€Ε§ΓΉl and Krista Delle Femine
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