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Lives on
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The tales of two cities which are
Now in our frightening focus..
As divisiveness thrives
In a numbing atmosphere
Plurality declares independence
Here and then there and then often..
We are exploring dark extremities
No longer serving as creative
Expressions of our Whole..
Recognition of our veering
Means of expressing ourselves
Is sharply implored...
Then and now,
my favorite thing to do
has always been
looking through windows,
looking in boxes.
I can still recall
that day.
Ten years old,
my first Pokémon.
My friends were my Pokémon,
my emotions were calculated through damage multipliers.
It was the life.
Now, my old friends gather
dust
under my bed,
yet do not age.
But I have aged so much.
Stuck with humans present, I cry for those digital friends,
whom I could love without judgment,
whose overall reliability was a tangible number
in that Game Boy window,
where the only drama I felt
came in pixilated, perfectly perpendicular text boxes.
Humans are so flawed,
but not those Pocket Monsters,
whose margins of error were always measured
in a perfectly percentaged probability.
I know amazing people
who volunteer, serve, love.
they are deluded, imperfect.
I had a creature with low power, basic moves, and that always lost.
but It
was
perfection.
Blades of grass have overgrown
like multipliers from wild seed
yonder vacant lot once owned
forgotten now no more in need
Time well spent in distant past
patrons all in manicured cultivation
just a passing fad that didn't last
left now in limbo's gripped starvation
Signage offer announcement avail
broken value now a tough sale
how grand the structure must've been
abandoned now too dusty winds
Another form may grace it's space
given time strategic trace...but,
for now sit's idyll awaiting anew
cleanup soon in time is due.....