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Revelation

And when my body

hits the curve, I’m still here,

 

the advent

of panic, like technology,

 

product of a life’s lonely calculation –

quiet – incoming –

 

I am a cheap date.

The long drag of solitude vanquished finally

 

and forever. 

Ubiquity has met its match, Art?

 

Intelligence its domain.

Emotion its power.

 

Imagination its heft.  Bourdain, I give you

Tokyo.  The burden

 

of seeing right through –

what the fuck do I have to say?

 

What the fuck do I do now?

 

 

 

Posted 11/01/18
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