Shantih Journal | Page 39

Undulate across my shoulders, stand defaced,

If I could but squeeze..! all I see,

is the cavern of a staircase open wide

Gobbling up silence, a thing to really observe

The typewriters blink again, pummeling

their agendas fair and square.

Shorthand your secret as best you can

the floppy can eject itself.

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