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Jan 27, 2008 15:31

under the afternoon
an endoscopic search for
where your heart lies
in a text message
falsehoods hid in a stark Mondrian frame
geometrics drown nothing  
to be found in that symmetry
what could hide behind stained glass?
it's all binary code there is
no beat to be seen or freed from.

poetry

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