Pondering The Postmodern Poem by DM W

Pondering The Postmodern



We are now exposed
To a plethora of new possibilities.
Yet this bountiful banquet of life
Is often without taste or aroma:
No sweet juices flow from spectral fruit.
It's like chasing mirages in the desert.

Pondering The Postmodern
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