Monday, 11 December 2017

Digital

My analog heart

My bio-chemical dreams luminesce in

the great green chasms 

Of the sea 

Far away from land,

Lost voiceless out in the heaving waves.

Unheard in their salt moment.

My digital soul is no longer real

But colluded  with the breezeless sky

In an instant it is beyond the

Fake horizons

Kitsch-cola-Pepsi eyes

Un focused in the screens serene depths

narcissus oblivious of my 

analogy me 


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