It’s not so simple.
The narrative doesn’t change.
The Readers do.
The dreamers and the believers.
Those committed to knowledge.
What they derive from the legacy of History changes or rearranges ideas.
Our symbols and stories as well as the words matter more than we ever imagined.
Take nothing and nobody for granted.
Some believe that what is iconic will endure and matter.
When we teach ,we must elaborate about the subject matter.
Not dismiss it.
That has been done for the sake of time and politics.
Even curriculum.
It is not so simple.
It simply is.

C@rainbowchaser2023

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Sleep, no sleep
No making plans
New bed linens eat my dreamland
And settle in the wilderness of my ever-opened eyes

I see you
I see me
I see everything
I'm a play with no final curtain
The story continues unabated
And the ridiculing light of day
Is as sacrosanct as an unused blanket
Nonetheless, I'm checking in
Sleep, O sleep, swallow me
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any two people  coming together can be a game/life changer
but without intimacy they are only like
a fish without water a bird without air
leaves without roots dreams without a dreamer
this dazzling carousel of constant stimuli
this attack of never-ending newness
that spins the world is the ******* of  void
I dissapear from thought I dissapear from heart
I am just a message an unresponded voice
a poor sign without the depth of symbol
an avoided truth an impossible commitment
there is no time there is no space for giving and receiving
the most precious substance, our deeply lonely selves
the tears are helpless, here it is, have some void
it evacuates itself in language, oh, language games
played with much innocence,  and eagerness
I contemplate the void in mesmerizing eyes voices words
taking responsibility for  illusions the hardest bit
the body knows first about the danger left behind
by a theoretical love
only by entering the void I can feel it, oh yes
the ******* of emptiness is inside me, too