Screen Dump 588
Time speeds through you . . . bidirectionally . . .
The ceiling fan spins tales of inundation . . .
How emulators seek justification
for hoarding . . .
The need to hold onto some semblance
of your past waking life
in all its preciousness . . .
The get-gos are gone . . . and will not be back
anytime soon . . . if at all . . .
There was a time and place
for some of us
but the clocks changed
so the players anteed-up
thinking they'd return and decide what to do
as if their lives were haikus without seasons . . .
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| Lydia Roberts |

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