change comes the wireless miracle whips through
we vibrate feed back chaotically catch our breath
although the volume of air is suspect we breathe
in ragged unison remember the form and move
somewhere our fellows meet in parks and rooms
practice going on forever possible if time stops
let the past catch up before moving on because
you know the words mean something different
meaning is lost and found between thin pages
corrected against an evil reader takes it personal
blames the innocent for being does his best to
say what it is to be surrounded and still himself
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