We share
and raise
the same “.com”,
take care
of space
and call it home,
the virtual
rhyme-mind-collected cell,
where branded poems
roam
in links
and pixel inks
upwell.
The ebb
and flow,
through web
souls blow,
inflate IPs
with bytes.
They set the rows
for letter-crows
to hide
in wired scrolls
and freeze on posts,
lie dormant till
an eye
melts all the frost,
admits the crows
to enter thoughts
where birds
could fly
or die.
We distribute
our hearts for free,
elute
pure words from blood
with every beat,
a vibe recruit,
lip-read
by sensing
God.
August 30, 2011
Upwelling pixel inks
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2011
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