show me the human and I’ll press, STOP!

I play with movement;
fingers, centimeters away from my mouth
corn, away from the glass
houses, bricks, red roofs white walls
clouds stretched
cows–
not eating grass,
not being milked,
not being torn apart.
a chicken there, giving birth to children that die before seeing a glimpse of light,
the whole world standing still;
I press: PLAY!
everything is in tact.

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