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Words displaced in the space of time
The infinite now of man’s towers
Constructed of words and inflections
All of man’s work and leisure
Romance and finance
Built upon words
Deconstructed by the same
Neglected and harassed by silence
Whether they dribble from a limp organ
Or spray forcefully into a void
Are your words ever valid without conception
Does your wasted seed nurture
Or is it merely self-gratifying in it’s depravity
Have you met any of your 43,947 children
Or do your days pass without reflection
Oblivious to your place in the place of this place
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vol 5 - issue 09 (may 2003)
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