Sentient Letters

sentient letters
to unknown people
reminisce about the days
when everyone was equal
going into forty
with more in store
in the art of lore
explaining behavior
on ancient shores
depictions of people
trapped by the media issue
i see a glowing screen
keeps me from feeling serene
emotions running rampant
i think i’ma sneeze
if i could be the soul indeed
i remember having the lead
the days were spent floating
with expressions of need
i’m exchanging vows
with will this be what it is
is this a tryout
for being this thing i tried out
stars behind bars
of songs that are unheard
moving in the direction
of exploring the absurd
i was caught like a spider
at the end of a broom
it’s like why are we doing this
i should probably just move

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