Marathon Of Words Poem by Atef Ayadi

imagine,
on a tiny screen
on one's hand,
or any simply
a 3d projection on
a sunglasses, a prescription glasses, on any tech crap powered by google (search, watch, talk, and see while walking the dogs.)
words and lines
scrolling down at one's favorable and adjustable speed.
one can stop, and scroll back if one wants.
sometimes the screen stops, just to let you know,
stuff of high importance and urgent events.
if one drinks wines from one's grapes,
that is one of many other signs.

that is an
equivalent
of
my first
hundred meters.
should i focus on
my breathing now?
cause,
i am coerced
for
hundred times that.
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i like to pretend,
i did not say,
mentioned, or point out to...,
to any thing.
? ? ?
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