Thursday, January 24, 2013

To Thine Divine is Onto Itself A Mystery

Consecutive constitutions dance an ever thought provoking
evolutionism on our fragile ecosystem.
All the resin in the world cannot cure the disregard
of poison dumped into silent cities.
I am skewed by the computer screen.
If you had to recall my face,
you wouldn't be able to.
The phone keeps you recharged.
Forget about me.

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