Touch screen reveries

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A very short poem, that when I looked back over seemed to be about the touch screen. Hope you like it, please leave any feedback or comments you have








Gliding on the dark lakes silver surface... running my fingers through fragmented time.

Glimpses of a stifled secular day dream of a burnt reality.

What are you when you are nothing on earth?

Stars shine like broken pulses in a liquid crystal screen.


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