"redgreen" poems
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maybe i am dead
just like the stars reflecting into me
i look
so that i see those blinking redgreen lights
they are all mixed up with the cosmic web
and going fast
away from me
the only other place i would like to be
if not inside that distant traveler
is pressed down deep into the earth
by our holder
who remains relentless
in a constant flux
between
the mundanity of an endless expanse
and pushing those
mechanical things
down
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC