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 Mar 2020 Ayn
Traveler
Jargon
 Mar 2020 Ayn
Traveler
Subatomic particles creatively connecting
In cybernetic- inter-neural-net-space
Observable passions streaming our fate's
Touching these screen of invisibly
Circuits beneath at lighting speed
The barriers between you and me
Words that flow from pleasure zones
How do we know what no others know
Poetic minds breaking the cryptic code
The muse of wonder the gods of thunder
We were born in locus lands asunder
For with these thoughts I breathe
With in these lines I am finally free!
Traveler Tim
 Mar 2020 Ayn
Liz
I can see Spring
and her fine colours
from afar.
I long to stand under the
cherry blossom tree as
it rains confetti down on me.
Instead I stand in real rain, hazy,
pattering, smatterings of daffodils
pressed against barbed wire.
So they closed the formal garden at wollaton Park but I could look in on it from outside
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