a poem for today

a poem for today, 16 January 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
We are the oppressed both resisting and oppressing in this wasteland of bodies and languages.
There's things you can't get anywhere but you dream can be found in other people.
Think about the activities we create that generate a state of transferable energy and attention.
It's self-evident but you would be surprised at how many wannabes don't think that far ahead.
The rules are that the targets have to switch constantly.
Let it flow so that you will preserve the bag.
The output is faded between the two read pointers according to the sine of the distance from the write pointer.

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