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Welcome to Lost in Mist: A Collection of Outrageous Magical Objects [fusing together the poetic, memetic, and programming senses of ‘objects’] !💥 !💥 ! This is your world and also our world, beautiful, incredible, tragic, ever-evolving, ordinary and yet transcendent, where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence.
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James Keye: Wake up to your Myths, America!
Originally posted on Vox Populi: . I created this list of “American Myths” 25 years ago thinking that some significant part of the people would begin to understand them over time. What seems to be happening is that the country is dividing into those who cling with increasing aggression to these myths as others realize…
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Amazon Fulfillment Center
A slight jamming of the machines Huff turn thrust push turn Pick up push turn huff thrust push Push push turn push push A sin to relate this I am no public representative A slight return and the induct job Pickup scan turn drop repeat Turn walk Pickup scan turn drop repeat 1000 an hour…
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He Chose a Path
A poem featuring a ‘behind the scenes’ (in the sense used in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods) journey and a sphinx from my book Synaptic Syntactic.
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Till the Stones and Till the Soil
We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid would heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate focusing devices…
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Mace and Henbane
How to begin it? We once were in a bit if a jam We took what could be taken Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma, We woke into a dream In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers The pursuant lost the thread never again to find Needling feelings took…
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We Flattered Ourselves of Our Uniqueness
We of all the small ones grew up and were changed We all the small ones went to the store We grew up and changed, we grew and changed, we transfigured and expanded In our silence you could read longing Many of the others disliked and spat upon our changes We ignored it We flattered…
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