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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Unplugged



Unplugged 

Unplugged their faces
Float
Like disengaged 
birthday balloons
over a tearful child
Or rose petals
Drying on a white bed
Or chestnut blossoms
Drifting down an 
Empty Street 

Or poems

Unplugged
Their
Faces
Fade
From cold vacuum void
From deepest darkness 
Her own solitary words 
Scream softly
Rattling against each other 
Like loosed teeth
From a hundred spit
Night terrors 


Unplugged 
She starved searching
soul -reaches
to touch

the black screen   
Blazing to 
Resurrection 


Virtual life
Returned 

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