I need to find the rhythm of this machine that has been rescued from dust and ruin and rust of a millennia of waste where is it? in the keys? behind the platen? beneath the type? I'll find it in the hard presses the skipped letters the typos it's somewhere in there lurking waiting to dance
Category: Poem
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where are the lost lines of poetry that my mind is constantly searching for? somewhere beyond sunset and the rising moon
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Birds fly and flit about
daring to come close
curious minds
wondering what I do here
among the weeds and crop