An Explanation Poem by Not Long Left
An Explanation
fingers hover above the blocks,
of letters,
moving like those of a puppateer,
hitting the keys with all the emotion,
of an actors tear.
words then apperar,
upon an icy white screen.
the reason for all this soul exerting
and word searching
foolisnhness,
is to muffle the beating,
drums of the why wheres and hows,
and look up at the sun and the sky,
without melting in its presence
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8/28/2026 6:14:08 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
indeed....I wish I could say more. I do so enjoy your work. Always, Amberlee