Poem a day will be off line for a bit.
Thoughts will continue to churn.
Events will continue to happen.
The senses will accumulate perceptions.
The mind will notice what it will,
Construct letter-strewn phrases.
Words will leak onto the page
The old-fashioned way,
Later to be digitized,
Uploaded to the screen
And pass over the ether
To you.
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