Yesterday someone said
this is not necessary anymore;
and I walked silent, for long,
like I had not heard a thing
then remembered to always hear
words when they seek attention;
thus today I wore
pants made of words
scrambled
as if poems are fabric
when you run out words;
it was a statement
that until words retire
this position will always
be filled, and the smoke of industry
will stop only to fool breaks
which for centuries
have always wondered when
they will be taken....
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