not so very long ago
when you thought distant strangers
could hear your thoughts
they locked you away
now when not enough distant strangers
hear our every single little thought
it drives us insane
progress, in a way
the price of progress in poetry
- Feb. 22, 2019, 5:23 a.m.
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