Out of the dust, from the vanished particles

Out of existence, illusion of reality we are immense

The rhetoric essence, story of life that could never exist


We emerged, evolved, seeking the wisdom

In the multiverse, a cosmic commencement

The living pattern in living cells


When it’s the last stand

The last shift of authority in our life

It’s when, in data we trust.


It’s that time, that age, that era

We recite the eternal words

Of the last story to be told



* Tanfust-nneɣ means ‘our story’ in Amazigh/Berber language.


[Mazigh Buzakhar]

Image courtesy of Isabelle Ribe.

The rest of the stories in qmunicreate #11 can be found here.

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