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phone home, phone someone

1.

the prophets
in prayer position
raise their weary wrists
for enhanced reception

will their calls to god
finally be answered
please hold

on

2.

I’m next
to you, to them
I’m in the war
I’m on the floor
and I’m everywhere at once

I’m all over the world

in the palm
of my hand
there is a pocket-sized universe
of which, I am God
and human

subject

3.

white like a straitjacket
yet light as a feather

I plug in to tune out
and listening to zone out
I use it

for non-communication
and public isolation

man is born free
and everywhere he is in chains
and hyper-links.

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