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Aug 20
The instance in sequence,
pure, take away support
premises fall as objects of thought.

Exceeding material enclosure
falling in perfect form enclosing us

as we think we both agree
words form information,
we live in a new message set,
click, catch phrase, signature lines,
the work of the letter setters set minds,
with the time saving stretch to compress
the sense of trust from a sense of true rest.

Cliché  click, carry on my wayward son.
Amen means what one may imagine.
And if two or more agree, we see
it all fits, eventually, nothing to fret.
Inspired click during Anais Vionet's
the old poets
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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