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In Our Image
we built the computer
fine tuning
the enter key -- the delete key
back space -- and escape
justification -- shift
lock -- control
alternate
scroll up -- scroll down
num -- end -- pause -- break
home -- live chat -- anarchy
in poetry, philosophy
and any domain we want to create
then spin our web
selecting personal glitz
graphics & even sound
moving pictures
an elfin tower
to view the clouding rain and even find
the humor in human
the heart truly in love
with beauty all around
and we are part of all that beauty
wearing this mask or that -- hiding to be found
the lively game of hide and seek
our childheart -- forgot in -- the hustle, bustle
of authorities passed-on fears
like a newborn baby in ancient cloths
oh baby born of love
masked for survival
soon, o how soon
may we come out and play?
- Summer Breeze |
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In Our Image
we revel
watched over by machines of infinite grace
delicate balance of day and non-day
calls us to our senses
heeds us of rhythms
that precede, maintain and survive us
but of which we grow heedless
in our headlong, headstrong journey
while outside the battlements and towers
of the empty castle
children play
- Ken Peters
to audio pages
to Ken's poetry
to Summer's page
to Moongate
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