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‘Screen’

April 2, 2011
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A field of pixels fever-bright
Like pristine snow, demands a flaw:
A word, another, thousands, more,
To break the tedium of white.

The endless reach of empty screen
Is haunted by the wretched shade
Of everything you never made,
And poems that have never been.

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