spiked metal moons
with
open
fans
like giving hands
spin
in the nothing up there
mostly
out of sight
but
sometimes we see them as
white blips
that
arent planes
and
our
maessages bounce up there
in
a way which i cant fully grasp
our business and crimes
our invisible kipple
our pleading spam
up
and
then
back down to cables
that are fast
fast cables that i dont quite fully grasp
that share
the
word
and
the
world
from www.telegraph.co.uk
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