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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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