fretting, fussing, fighting
never quite writing
just tippy tapping the tippy taps
there is always the reverse key
pause
hovering, hunched, thinking
something, anything, Internet linking
fables of foresight forever in motion
last chances taken, lost hopes forsaken
nothing has ever been quite just for the taking
snuff
flooding back across the plains
light from many evening sunsets
westward pinkness and greys
ponderances preposterous
lost in liquidation
silence
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