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Nov 2022
In the times I was alive, mankind, in a state
of post-war order,
after reasons for war found investors
with a taste for long games,

let us say,
we play
empire of the mind, in your territory,
I invade your territory,
as any poet may,
we are licensed, and you know that, don't

forget, ungotten gains, reader, be
dearer than experience, become, the story,
be the dance,
dash the silliness, but, don't

child's play,
making peace, if only once,
if only in a story, common course citizen prep.

Integrated circuitry was self evidently simple, one state
at a time.
now. Things are different.

We have all things in common, sorted according to how
value is set,
what is a thought from a friend in olden times of letters,
to the friend long lost in threads,

bare wires, short circuit, we live in the cloud, as thought,
I thought these lines connected, and the spark
fried the last
piece in resistance to free flow of all we know
about the cost of life,

and the worth of your attention to the message, from
the sponsored
spirit - Libertry free try thinking, to hell and back,
no guarantees,

all in, or live in fear.
a true test all who take it pass, false tests we fail
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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