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March 14, 2002
The Iranian
Look,
They are alive!
In this liquid you call
-- the electronic ether
The swimming creatures
Make their instantaneous way
Through my spine
Onto the shores of clicking pebbles
Into the vastness
You insist on defying
They leap into the private pond
On top of your desk
Parading their undeniable presence
Before your denying eyes
Look
How much longer
Will you stare at these blinking stars
How many more flickering volcanoes
Until you realize that
This virtuality
is no less than reality
Come as they may
On the wings of watts, wires or waves
Their origin cannot be betrayed:
Of pure verve
.............And human nerve.
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