In a world without contact,
Stories take on greater meaning,
And images, even more.
We write stories with our eyes,
Changing what we see into
Some familiar tale, because
Familiarity is comfortable.
You see me, yes, but
Don't think you know
How my story has gone, or
Where it's going without
Hearing it from me;
My life, and it is
My voice, and
My agency
That determines me.
And I will pay you
The same respect:
No assumptions,
No need on my part to
Fill in details for you.
Let us know that we do not know,
And do the work it takes
To know.
Then, despite of any lack of
Physical proximity,
We will have made
Contact
assembly line of {categories}
turning out our {theys} and {its}
who's the {maid} and who's the {maven}
dwelling here within {the ritz}?
seeing means {interpretation}
{lenses} that we bring with us
but our {questions} dare not differ
that is seen as
{treasonous}
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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