Clever we are given allowance with our word

an opportunity to state simply the absurd.

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Yet today with vast swift lines of hyper-space

so often our word becomes a shadowed face.

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We slap one another gladly with the aim of syntax

always apparent, forever feeling no hidden tax

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Unlike some childhood when words might disappear

into a soft moonlight, a rising sun, in arms we endear.

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Forgiveness would always over-ride distant memory

again, without words, just eyes, love might agree

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to overlook, to ask for another opportunity, per chance;

a disagreement settled while communications enhance

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the true meaning of our interactions, our human condition

rather than the insidious nature of calling into question

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any single individual with actions or motives to aptly slay

the dragon of inner turmoil so easily spewed today.

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Indeed, so easily are we drawn to the nature of the easy,

a sentence here, quick phrase, an ‘fml,’ leaves one queazy.

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We can try in honesty speaks (right) our world with common sense to release …

The ills, the fears, the fiber optic feeding frenzy hallows our peace.

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Artist: Dani Stites