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Another year of life passes, in the twinkle of an eye.
Token gestures, power corrupting, absolutely.
Thin haze of polluted cloud opens for a slither of sun.
Spring has forgotten England,
As it sinks, with all hands waving the flag.

I’m out of control
The only control I know,
Is to know, I have no monopoly of it.
Thus I step up a step,
In recognizing
Control – controlling – Control.
Einsteinian energy,
Making matter.