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[spiderpig]

somebody told me;;
that life was spread out in a million miles of paper
trails from one end to the next, in a flash of bygone texts
mses, messages that spring forth from an wavering river
of flickering data packets.

if this is life, would i want to hold it (hold you) in my hand?
soft, hardened, feint veins of being, all encompassing,
four walls of flesh
on bzztbzztbzztbarely there feelings and intonations.

if this is life, pull the plug, i no
longer want to be surrounded by reams,
tightened at the seams, it is
suffocating, undulating.
wrap in a fantasy, me, i long for no
multiple meanings, duly constructed readings.

give me something not made from LED light,
(please pull the plug, drain me off my battery)
it, five centimeters per second. (just like the amount of time, to read this line)