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Language is a flirtation
With flexibility, the mind
Empowers the image
The image empowers the
Alphabet, the energy
Is a conference of belonging
There is no buzzword in poetry
Poets reside in the
Chatroom of the spirit
It’s a captcha of lingering
Imagination on the brink of
Extinction, a cloud computing
Of beauty, a purist busking
Not for profit, so unlike
The Affluenza of our times
The stark money divide
Poetry is an algorithm unsolved
Forever like a kind of tourism
The soul’s App for bromance
A buzz for civiliation’s
Gratitude and ruin, simultanely
Depicting the carjked destiny
Of utopia in dystopia
Englihs is the most flexible
If adopting mandarin and Sanskrit
The baggravation of always
Being stuck between worlds
Or the realization that
Every city is a homogenized urban
Simulation of what it means
To be alive in 2020, the breakdown
Of new world dilemmas like
A post antibiotic world or
Environmental migrants scrambling
For new homes, new identities.
Wuji Seshat 