Steampunk visions. On the verge of breaking into a solar powered future.
Solarpunk.
Doesn't matter where your power comes from,
Long as it's clean.
Fighting for a world with no bloodshed
Is not a weakness
Or matter of pride
Cogs in wheels and mechanical things
As consequences and actions piece together
Creating a whole
Turning cogs and wheel and other things
In other minds
And together giant dreams unfold
Through the moving of tiny metal plated intentions
Eliminating the words 'good' and 'bad'
And replacing them with 'constructive' and 'deconstructive.'
We're all just programmed to react and detract.
Get serious.
There's nothing special about us.
Call yourself a warrior
What do I care?
Nihilistic futures
Concern the patterning of individual realities
Two can chink but never click
It's a matter of finding the right fit.
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