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reckoning

The machinery is real,

embedded in the seconds of the morning,

hidden between 6 and 7 pm.


Unlike gravity, no equation can describe it

but the pull is real,

but the force is real,

the biggest mass always wins.


There were other days

when the machinery was asleep,

days of play and discovery

without an end on itself.


Those days are now called nostalgia,

and the machinery has no room for remembering.

You wake up and the choice is gone:

would my arts teacher be proud of me?


Read yourself in my words,

well, I have.

See yourself in your words,

well, I have.


For once you go through the mirror

there is no coming back,

for you are past the point of no return.


A new type of gravitas taunts you

like that kiss you can never forget,

for this new force is inside you

and not a product of the machinery.

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Sergio Luna I am passionate about art (music, painting, literature), technology, and learning in general. I explore how technology has re-shaped our shared understanding of reality and our sense of identity. I challenge the meaning of words and objects in the post-modern [digital] world, including our relationship with the invisible structures of politics, economics, and capital. I voice a cynical view about the present and future of technology as an enabler of finding purpose and fulfillment in life.

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