Cold
These winter towers
Staring down at us
frozen masses
on our wires
universal
invisible
And
warm
Tapped out
Like electric codes
filtered in streams
unseen
across worlds
ignored
More
Than any
Library
ever held
This new history
evolves in each
individual scroll
collectively
and
Alone
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Style
Thơ ca"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
