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A New Page
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2020-12-06
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***
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the sun fails its checksum
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it doesn't feel the same
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as the blazing starry organ that
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once sent me sprawling for shade
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I need a new story
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to occupy my head
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for I keep running my fingers
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through tattered shattered shreds
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that have grown flimsy from folding
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and furry with mold
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and tired from touch
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sparkless, dismal, *old*
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I pull out my ROMs
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and play one a while
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picked out from random
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one of a million files
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but each of them fails to
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spark my imagination
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so I put controller away
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and continue furtive hunt
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hundreds of fiction books
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but each one a reminder
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from when I was naive
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setting my ambitions higher
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comics, I find, are
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few and far between
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either boring in their cliches
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or in a language I cannot read
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an aged painting is sublime
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but its enchantment temporary,
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whether of trees, landscape, woman,
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or dancing rows of fairies
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almost three years has taught my soul
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that is most powerful which I *externalize*
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but my body is weary, sky outside gray
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and I feel neither learned nor wise
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so I build a boat from spare unused neurons
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and set out on my ocean to explore
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if there are stories worthy waiting out there, I know not
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but my adventure starts on this unmodeled shore
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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