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Jun 2016
What in these symbols has power?
None of my letters could build you a tower,
But something within the screen of my phone
Has mass, has inertia, has song, has tone.

Where are the electric lines?
Neither hither nor thither, whichever one signs
But for some reason, I can't help but feel
That my electric lines are something more real.

What are the squiggles that wave from afar?
A symbolic cookie from an imagined jar?
Or are they a prize for forming a speak
That, through my squiggles, may squeak?
What even is a language? What are words? What is it about these mystical, magic lines, that have no corporeal form, that people find so much meaning within?
Lark Train
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Lark Train  California
(California)   
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