Power Blinking Cursor Compels
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Terence George Craddock
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in a dark room late at night
when silence hides in darkness
in darkness every air molecule
power blinking cursor compels
so different from hand thrust
script fast written naked pen
sometimes quiet we still write
beautiful lines beautiful poems
with traditional ink and paper
write poems fast fleeting blinking
with traditional ink white paper
write in quick scribble time lines
the chances of cursive poems
getting into a computer screen
typed out posted promptly
if ever are slim not good
it is not a question of quality
rather catch up time opportunities
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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