| civilizations older than imagination
decline gracefully in sweltering rain forests, their ruins still somehow nobler than current Asian architecture |
by T. H. Keyes
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Tantric odes to liberation
sung in dissonant melodic tones provide background music for restless youthful hordes apocalyptic chemically inspired tuned to cyber mechanics dispassionate holo-images |
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| tiny orchids and furtive flowers
fill the spaces amidst urban clutter, joyfully reminding aging poets of eternal Nature, fallow beneath crass cemented enterprise, silently keeping the frantic daily hustle slightly in balance with the moon |
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