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Light stayed after the sun faded
Nocturne life follows the cycle
Creatures in motion are divided
To them, they are invisible
Why does it feel uncomfortable?
I have heard that, deep in the sea
So down, so that conscience can't be
Night can't start, without light to notice
But first, let me tell you what I see
Through the lense, a dried iris
Nightly beings, of day they dream
Illusion, fake's desirable
Day and night, constant fantasy stream
And they forgot, about the idle
For still life, to which they were idol
Fears, disasters about to be
Judging, and at least we are free
Still they watch, this pointless sacrifice
Trapped in a jar, still it disagree
Through the lense, a dried iris
Illusion will stay, lose your sense
This luxury was of the night
Can't be false, it relies on absence
We compete, play, dance... we can't fight
To enjoy ourselves is now what's right.
Join, turn on the artificial!
We are now light, the new normal!
That box of yours knows no crisis.
So why is what I say so brutal:
Through the lense, a dried iris
Artificial rays can't hide meaning
Is that how they feel deep in the sea?
When thoughts are gone, and maybe feeling?
Or were they lucky enough maybe...
As they did not arrive there falling.
Tracking won't fake what the still see
As you died in that fake bliss
Through the lense, a dried iris
Volleyball at 21:00CET (in ~1h), followed by Mahjong 1h later at 22:CET (in ~2h). Boredom tea tomorrow (18:15CET) and (weekly) YosaVR (at 19:00 CET) next Thursday.