Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Prestidigital.

I watch my message leave the dock,
Imagine the invisible wings
That traverse in an instant
From my screen to yours.

I take the distance of that moment
And put it between my fingers.
But it never gets any smaller
And leaves me emptier than before.

What the world chooses to show us
Gets better and better.
Even as I suspect,
I can never look away.

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