A Free Press Poem by Ken Moore

A Free Press



Night fall predators harvest sunlight
from blind suburban hermits
A visual language conceived
Faintly heard
Not to be understood
Not to comprehend
Men muddle like hand's on a clock
Pixel hypnotized with freelance subversion

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