This isn't special;
I contact, I communicate.
This isn't special;
If I didn't, we couldn't. Wouldn't.
Abandoned values of ritualistic tendencies,
finding new routines, compositing sub-routines.
Click. This isn't special.
Dial, ring, beep, beep.
Leave a sigh after the next hex.
*he sighs* (I am here)
Pointless? In a nurb filled world,
I imagine a nurbless world.
A map, to map, to remap.
Uncertainty lays ahead. I imagine.
R e l e a s e, explore.
This isn't life,
This isn't special.
This isn't real.
This isn't me.
This is under-me.
This is revealing.
Please tell me what you think
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WOW
I liked that very much..thatnk you for writing such a great poem
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I still love the way you write.. and I really do wish you'd do it more often..
This isn't special, this is revealing. Indeed it is both, the particulars,
but back to that thing we've been tossing around for some time, the communication thing -- I suspect the action is not what dictates uniqueness, rather, I'm far more likely to see it as that which exists in the done.
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Brilliantly true. Quite lovely if I do say so myself.
It can only get better from there.
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Very interesting sharing ...
I first found your contest "piem" "a poem" and came to see what you're about! Well my verdict (see above) reveals what I think and while you've left lots to the imagin(e)nation you've have a good poetic style with inciting thought which is well respected in contemporary society. Not what's bared but what's covered up! Nice job. joy
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