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Sep 2015
The intellectual babble of a thousand
sophisticated individuals
rattles through the rafters of the human race,
running off rooftops,
turning to rivers in the gutters,
ricocheting off sewer walls and finally
resting in the sea.

Their voices might not write
the headline of a newspaper
but they could be the cast of any
Great Gatsby book,
defining their own generation,
spit upon, worshiped,
whatever.

We're consulting here,
synergy, development, growth
ambition, future,
hit those key points! Don't walk away
while the power point is only
halfway through.
It's only halfway true anyways.

I found myself years ago without a cause
just a voice.


What a din.
Alastur Berit
Written by
Alastur Berit  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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