Alive! Awake!
Annonymous
2000
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Gaze falls, unfettered
Dust
Conspires
The raddled strains of time
Dull blackened pace
The sidewalk rolls
Like clouds before his eyes
Alone and killing insects
Tending rubber bands like vines
Old liar sleeps
He only keeps
That which he's left behind
Child's hoard of bluing pennies
Red re-occurring dream
Drones endless
Molds
Regurgitating
Ghost in his machine
Alive.. but never breathing.
Awake ...but not quite listening.
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