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The Screen
Sometimes
I prefer the screen
cold lack of intimacy
keyboard's equal distance
for the difficult task
of peeling back the core
I can pretend
it is someone else
probing the ether
a file of juxtapositions
sit at the edge of memory
on parchments
palimpsest undivided
sometimes
I prefer the screen
separating cortex from lymphatic
another dimension to sit in
to pluck and bend
the shape of dreams
Lish
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