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Praise pours in for a completely brand new thought
For a hitherto undisclosed viewpoint, the first of a marching line of innovative concepts

And the operator makes a new tool to handle this
And he molds a new print head for his printing press
No reduction in vision during the compression of communication

With a passion burning slowly, you select a previously unknown font
It looks like two centuries ago
It looks like a party invitation
It looks like squiggly lines and a squiggly future

Language hide and seek, stay out of the reeds
A capacity roadblock requires you to get out of your vehicle
Requires you to empty your pockets and repeat "What did you think I meant? "

With not much enthusiasm, you allow artifice to bog you down
What seemed like a revolution now seems like a chore
Presets are forever the the same and their format collapses your soul

Sunday, October 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: communication
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