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May 2022 Collage Poem: This Empty Place

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The gods of war take their last biscuit

In darkness, there was a sharp white light

The flush of life, now intense, remembered.


Forgotten rooms of MySpace

Ghosts of lost connections

Livecake holograms line the empty

Windowless green walls. A Tower

PC waited for something to press his

ON” button.




Summertime should never die

It should live forever more

Where are my carpet slippers?

Where is this collage going?


Still, white. Blinded by reflected light,

Paragliding in the heavens, far

Above the love, peace, anger and

Lost technologies.


The intergalactic paraglider travelling in the light

Smiles and says hi



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Nigel Astell

Sat 14th May 2022 00:29

space continuously moving
leaves desolation behind
backtracking ghosts return
producing forward thinking
paragliding asking why.

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