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when i am gone. things
remain static.

i had once clung to imagery. to
write down. now I can't find it.

you called me. on the phone,

i could have texted. but
i didn't.

i never do. i constantly
think about it. texting. how
i never do it.

it was a misunderstanding.
why you called. why i replied,
i never meant to.

so i had to lie. to
not hurt your feelings. i lied.

i said 'i was just thinking about
calling you.'

but i wasn't. i wasn't thinking
that at all.

Well, I guess it true

Ignored unknowingly?
it's no longer an option
with words travelling faster
than thought,
now a presence unparalleled
and paramount,
birthed from sparkling cables underground,
and sound, light, life
bouncing above the stars,
a choice not a consequence,
a new way of speaking,
practiced by a new culture
of standing, sitting, resting,
looking away, when talking,
into the bright blue of
some deadly magic mirror.