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Jan 8
A landscape devoid of transparent eyeballs.
When did we all become photographers?
Freeze fleeting things,
filter clouds, endless beauty a simple effect.

Funny how enclosures feel obsoleteβ€”
the graves, the houses, three-sided morningsβ€”
when I am a share, a like,
self-simulacrum selfie.
I stand on a fascinating algorithm,
Below that it’s reposts all the way down.

Share, share a like,
share a googol of happy lives
better than yours.

Are we saying yes  
to starting off yet again,
absent this time?
David Adamson
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David Adamson  M/Silver Spring, MD, USA
(M/Silver Spring, MD, USA)   
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