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STATIC PEOPLE by reflection shadows Parts of me fails to understand. Between silence and television calm. There is a blank empty canvas in me. That seems to eat the planets in space, and devour it all. To drift between chaos and order. My own shadow sits; and screams! It's tears filter through and creates technology in my hand. We devour the shape of this very poem. It's features. It's ideals. It's curvature. All to discover the same tools to build the monoliths in Rome.
MY POEM IN REPLY
my shadow clutches its stomach in agony those planets are bad for me.... - astrology says virtual reality keeps me engaged while augmented reality plays mind games making it difficult for my detractors to identify the real me a dark shadow emerges from behind the Red Moon Do they have guns there? I guess, no I can’t put a name to the weapon he carries and then I see my own face behind the dark veil now I know the name of the weapon is resentment it will rule the world for decades to come.... https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/05/a-conversation/