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ZEITGEIST

In a world where

A sentence
Broken up
Into pieces
Is poetry

A splattering
Of colours
Across the canvas
Is art

Meaningful randoms
Make realities
The whole
Is just a tiny part

A tied up
Gagged
Rendering of the soul
Is love

A beat
With a catchphrase
Shouted aloud
Is music

Cacophonous chants
Create divinity
The loudest
Is the closest to God
An ending
Of all that
Kept one human
Is freedom

A shiny
Piece of nothingness
Amassed, cherished
Is wealth

A moment,
Unlived,
Captured with a click
Is truth

Made up lives
Unreal, imagined
A Hagiography
Is what eventually survives