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Two wiry long white strings,

Dangling subconsciously,

Overheard all the natural sounds

Talking to you, elsewhere

As you stroll through your isolated world.

 

Listen while your hour hand is high,

And your ears can feel a stinging breath,

Take heed to the singing rush

Living beyond your surrounding knowledge,

Won't you remove those deadening stoppers?

 

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allets's picture

Refreshing!

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  • I've waited month for your art's return. The call to engage is a constant-see the world unfiltered Bravo write! I give this well constructed poem my highest accolade: YES!
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  • With increasing frequency, the impact of nature will represent as it disrupts the electron's passage from taiwan to the brain. Winds will take out 5G transmitters as you and your house blow away. Time for the sheep to look up. Consumer is not a career.
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  • Thanks eternally, Coffeepot, for the breath of fresh air. The ultimate goal in literary art is to improve humanity. All poetry is political.
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  • Lady A
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Coffeepot's picture

Thanks for great comment,

Thanks for great comment, Lady A. Hope you are keeping well this Christmas xP