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Marjolein:
Standing alone in desert sand beneath empty sky
It seems to me there's some great metaphor here that's whizzing right by
But spare me please the irony
Oh my humors run dry
Still, I guess I’ll keep wandering on
Stumbling along, passing the time

Nows the time when some old guy
Who meditates day and night
Should appear atop a sand dune
And give me some great advice
Oh, but wouldn't you know I'm all alone
With nothing here but time
I'm lost in a desert, the metaphor for my life

I guess that I’ll try
To find the caravan through this mountain of sand
I suppose that the goal
Is to finish the trek and return where I left
But back to what do I really want
To return to the life I knew
Still, I guess I’ll keep wandering on
There doesn't seem to be much else to do

Anytime the clouds decide
To part and shine down a light
My schedule’s not full, I wouldn't refuse
A flash of divine insight
Oh, but wouldn't you know I’m all alone
with nothing here but time
So I'm lost in a desert, the metaphor for my life



The sand beneath crumbling, scraping, and stumbling
No this wasn't what I wished
I wanted to be free, I wanted a story
There’s got to be much more than this
Paint me a scene in pastel white
Sing me a dream to ease the night

I wanted to know things, I wanted eyes open
No, I wanted fairy tales
I wanted to be free, not stare at nothing
But still, I will not break and flail
Paint me a scene in pastel white
Sing me a dream to ease the night



Still, I’ll admit at least the sky is magnificent
And the patterns of sand
Sparkle and weave so radiant
Maybe I’ll just wander and while away the ongoing time
Till I get a desire or even a hint
Or maybe a plan or sign
Oh but here I am, just me and the sand
Wasting away the time
I'm lost in a desert
The metaphor for my life

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from The Posthuman War Act 2: Caravan, released March 8, 2022

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Paul Shapera Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Cama’s attempt to commune with higher beings failed; she only found Decadent Dottie. Together they roamed, indulging in dangerous forms of psycho-neural self-exploration which Cama hoped would present the key to her people’s further evolution. It only led to her destroying her people so that one of their pets could evolve. She sat in her former civilization's rubble and listened to Paul Shapera. ... more

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