This Permanent Present: (Inspired By Jean Baudrillard)
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History' broken columns cannot be restored.
Our current age is content to surf over chaos.
Time is a mere plaything for this generation.
We have lost touch with the gods and teeming nature.
We can longer trace things back to their origins,
Now illusion is conflated with reality.
No - one, not even a poet, artist or prophet
Can piece back together Life's inconsolable
Fragments. All we can do is witness events,
As they unfold, and faithfully mirror them.
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