Christopher Ciaffa

A boy decided to write a poem,
Typing out the poem, line by line,
Into a little box on the screen.

He skipped a line, here and there,
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Having split myself,
I ventured to explore,
The depths of the mind.

In this magical place,
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I saw a list on your computer screen.
I saw each guy with which you'd ever been.
Each one of them was just like me. Just like me.

Henceforth, I separated myself from myself.
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The previous poem had been written
In microsoft word, a different window.

Thus the experience was wholly different,
Somehow detached from the Real.
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Long ago I dreamed of love,
Sinking into a comfortable stillness,
Blanketed by faith.
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Prose poems are just like regular poems apparently, but they're not as rigidly determined by the line breaks. Honestly, I find this better; easier to deal with. It's one less thing to think about. That makes it easier to tell a story. Cuz there's a story that needs to be told. Like, desperately. Like something that's been eating away at me for years and years and years, something I haven't told anyone, and one might wonder what a diary entry might look like, and if there was an organizing principle...
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