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Post by Changming Yuan on Sept 21, 2007 19:52:40 GMT -5
In a circle, a crowded cave
With a fire dancing
Wildly at the center
We used to gather together
Yelling, agitating or meditating
In one another’s warm shadow
Our bodies and souls naked alike
Although we were all strangers
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Now at the center, my cool and cozy room
With a screen blinking coldly before me
I sit, being alone, a lonely being
Confused, confounded or impressed
By the struggling of shapes and sounds
Edited by an invisible hand
At the other end of the line
All packed and privatized
In a box of tubes and wires
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First appeared in the London Magazine (Feb/Mar. 2007)..
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