Duct-Tape and Robots


Duct-Tape and Robots
 
Oh ill-linear life! Shall you remain to robotize the mind?
All machine parts; habitual havens to the unborn.
What a wormhole.
Poetry of the love deserves to be wrinkled and newly stained…
Not folded simply and buried in a duct-taped box.
UNFOLD LIFE THROUGH THE NON-LINEAR:

Echo the empty thought and blister it with the dirt-laden shovel.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRAEbKJ-vTk

 

 

Comments

  1. "Just like ships, we float through each other's lives

    floating through beauty and grace

    We will one day dock at the same port

    And give rest to our weary legs."




    ((( S M i L E )))

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