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The City of Graphene

For the beginning

O beginning close and frightening
Beginning just and unjust
Beginning of streets and roads
Sluggish beginning
Lost beginning
Beginning about which you can’t say anything anymore
Beginning of heaven

Angel

Black towers take on infinite sky
Under them is a city of graphene
Engineered by prophets
Build by robots

Angel Q-36 flies over if
Her human name is Justyna
She wants to disappear in the crowd but can’t
Because she is the only one with a spark of life

Taqwa System Communication 1: On Islamic Transfeminism

The library you see is small and cozy there are shelves full of books and computer station on the far end. You can see ocean in the window. Three women sit on the comfy sofa. Diana Aisha wears blue flower dress and a matching hijab, Sylwia Amina has short blonde hair, wears glasses and is dressed in sport clothes while Anna chooses more punk fashion and has long brown hair and also wears glasses. This is the headspace of Sylwia Amina our core. Why they have assembled here?

Taqwa System Poems 1

Justyna

Look at my ceramic body
Artificial black-green
I see you on my HUD
I spin my aureola
Broken angel bleeding plastic
Unseen

My artifical contiment
Of geometric towers
Reaching hungrily into the cosmos
This world of black and neon green
This realm is for you and me

Machinery and circuitry
Made vessel of mine
Traveling through time
Stars to embrace
And look at you this last time
Before becoming a star nomad
Before it all starts to matter