By Gerardine Baugh

Computer-ease a sound that comes out

Mute-mute-mute-id -ed

Chopped up pieces for your ideas

Their ideas, part of my ideas yet not really philosophies-ease

I click on, on, on to see, see, seen  what is not there

Yet, I never notice the absent-ness

In the words a byte at a time

Void of reality

Just a follow-ing  of ants

A step across my keys, in an attempt to find out,

Nothing. Comes of it-it-it

I wonder how can something come from nothing?

Write, write, written later read, without reading

Seeing red, in lines, read

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Why am I not seeing past worlds, wordily, words  that lack depth,

an- an acumen

That- tat ran-ran  around chasing  tails as an end

of a long line of nihility -ness