fibre optics
the world was shrink wrapped, cling filmed and servedour minds warped and melted till its flexible
our fibre optics relaying
the plasma moon smudged across the water colours
bringing to life the grey
the static stars twinkling
flickering
fading
we focus
the reel coming to an end
our eyes set
the image pixelates
to white and blue
found another station; another day
the voices crackling and booming
telling us what we want
they put us on mute .
Poetry by stef lai
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Written on 2008-09-06 at 23:47
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