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Jul 2014
Singing in the rain, committing ****
while all condemned
by a wide angle lens disconnect
the actual human suffering
the actual pain
as we watch the war footage
as performance art
or a play
a body mutilated is actuality
but wide angle on the screen
or stage
it seems so far away.
I am cured all right
I am
organic on the out
and mechanical within.
Perhaps Plato was right.
wordvango
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wordvango
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