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With our hearts wrapped in Saran-
Are we here to hear hollow words
or sincere verbs taking flight to fan the silence?
damn the silence!
as it smothers the violence of a ghost locked and chained
in solitude engaged in caged enraged soliloquy
the words reaching out like desperate hands
gnarled and grasping for even the lightest featherlike
touch
well deep within digital prisons
snarling and gasping across chasms from our telephones
too afraid of voices making us three dimensional
intentional connection scares us crawling back into the
void
avoidance fits us so well
well worn torn and wholly alone
©M E M/ 2001/ Space Faktory Musick/ Random Axe of Blindness/QueerNotions/ Reproduction is prohibited without express permission of the author
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