To go forward. To stay on track. To keep things from crumbling. From falling apart. Systems. It is said of that which is consistent. For you. They are operational. For you. They do their best not to fail. To transport you wherever you might want to go. With me. Systems. They breathe. They circulate. They digest. They send signals from your brain to your limbs, they say: Dance. Now. With me. Systems. The parts come together to form a whole. Unbreakable. One. All. Each part, together, everything in its right place, its rightful place. Systems. One hemisphere. Two. One planet. Its weathers. Systems. Each drop of water embraces another to form waves. Each muscles glides on one another to form a dance. Systems. Citizens, siblings, together. The roots speak of the motions of the sun. Systems. Interconnected. Interwoven. Each part of a clock doing its job so it can tell time. Count seconds of a song. Count steps on a dance. The body and the metronome. Systems. From 1991 until today. Tomorrow. Now. 
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