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Weird Serendipity


They will never know the smell of a hot vacuum tube

nor dial a rotory

"Hello, a collect call."

 

The itch of a wool sweeater while reading beneath an incandescent light

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Nor will they remember clarity

with a sight blinded from birth.

 

`however,

 

in their ignorance of a moment only yesterday

 

they seem somewhat content

lost without  imagination.

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