Write as if you can only tell it Once
like 1001 Arabian
Nights, though your life Depended On it. Yes!
just like that you Humanitat Talent!
The tap Dance of Sonnets, a two-foot Line
I am Five times I am I am I am
You may have Killed me but I Survived it
Pressing my fingers across the Keyboard
at Certain Intervals and returning
to the opening of the Spiral. Back
and forth, we Sway, we Sway. We are the Swans
of the Paper Oceans. Oh Paper! You
are no More. Electronic Fountain of Youth,
Poetry is the Hope of Tomorrow.
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