A post digital
post modernist
proposition.
Trains, planes and automobiles
Veins, rain and suppositions
like
wonders in
plural.
Dingo
the claw
goes thus.
Vertical space do
not
speak.
The blank of youth
in unmatted blonde non splits
and propaganda
let it soothe
a pain of
never here never gone.
The image of repetition
conjures
non truth
and
cajoles into a sense of lull
ill-defined
trajectory of falling debris
discovered
years after.
The search is on.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
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