Image Poem by Christopher Okiri
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Sometimes you just want to punch the air
What victory is to be garnered there
Mining the hollow of mindlessness?
Shaking the stump of a hewed-down tree
Soon fall apples into your laps free
Than the whipped-thin emptiness
If it be a punch-bag which is with air filled
There's likelihood you'll be fulfilled
In your striking image and likeness
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8/5/2026 8:04:48 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
What are we mining out of our lives? "the hollow of mindlessness"? Great write! Top score