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Writing From My Soundbed

Words as avatars

As I write on the screen of my mind, My intimate words get lost in the electrons, Returning to nothingness and oblivion. The writing would retain the traces of my fugitive Crossing through vast, lost virgin territories.

As I write on the screen of my mind, My words sink in the sands of time, As my dreams in the pillow of my nights. They return to nough as a fleeting sensation, Washed in the river of time, flowing in loops.

I know, they’ll come back under other avatars. These words are woven through the background music That I play, interacting with my ever-present attention. Some events carved their print in this endless tone, Attracting happenstances, adding words to my soundbed.