filigree fibres
networks neurons
splitting hairs
pumping digital maniacs
across countless spheres
connecting wise and wanton
split second messaging
we live in the eternity
of answers
we have forgotten how to sharpen pencils
fold paper
communicate
face to face
all inwards
we create islands of loneliness
the minds mantra
to isolation weirdness
hello people
hear me?
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
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