hey, still there?

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hunger

Search for the meaning
of a life behind this

wall of words as they search you
for the life of a meaning

the memory of the me who wrote them
wll only knock gently in my yesterday to announce that theywere seen and met and remembered

know the feel of fingers that shape the curve of them as ink coats paper

glide thru meaning with autopilot mind
whimsical magic carpet ride
only to find that i give

these words back in exchange
for the search
that brought you to read them

Author's Notes/Comments: 

if a prison crashes down but noone is around to be freed, did it make a sound?

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