My eyes scan the world-
it is flat.
East of my fingertips lay four gibbous moons stacked one on top of the other.
On the eastern edge my pinkie
sets.
Bisecting the glow,
space lays
above
the button
releasing power to this world
without which
everything goes black.
My eyes retract,
the thighs of my palm
sigh…
released from the weight of this small rectangular
flat
and Siri goes quiet.
hehe love it. π€π±
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Siri, grrr π
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Great poem! I am reading this on my smart phone!π
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:)… lol me too
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Who is Siri?
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The automated voice on I phone
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I was just testing if you were going to reply, sorry π
Why 12:23? The picture also shows the same but I couldn’t relate with the poem
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What grade did I get?
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love this one too Kay! amazing! β€
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Thanks:)
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