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Joshua Smith

Amidst the grey,

We walk by

Without a whisper.

A human silence

Against the

Carcophonous movement

Of the machine.

Faceless beings

Blind us there

And keep us coiled.

And in life,

Panels of ourselves,

Are all we allow

To be seen.

© Copyright March 1999 Joshua Smith

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