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+created_at = "2024-11-23T01:53:00+0000"
+published_at = "2024-12-11T07:20:00+0000"
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+
+having not done it strikes  
+like the panic at the first  
+time i forgot how old i was  
+
+monkey on a typewriter showed me  
+that they had already written that  
+monkey on a typewriter  
+          had already written that
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+title = "datastreams"
+created_at = "2024-10-16T05:34:00+0000"
+published_at = "2024-12-11T07:20:01+0000"
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+
+sunbathing in blue light only  
+dazes me awake, tired  
+of twiching hard drive needles  
+ceaseless; distraction  
+as the restless data stream  
+flows on, on, on.  
+
+an algorithm is not a river. data is not water.  
+to drop it all in a river would make no discernible noise.  
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+title = "tree 1"
+created_at = "2024-03-25T17:20:00+0000"
+published_at = "2024-12-11T07:20:02+0000"
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+
+tell me, how it would feel  
+
+to exchange shoes with you  
+in the place where arts,  
+science, technology and  
+creativity come together.  
+
+from up there; can you see  
+the sun set down below  
+the layered buildings  
+that encroach on you?  
+
+trapped in tarmac, i see you  
+stretch out above in fractals  
+as economists pass you by-  
+like time, escape!
+
+
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+title = "tree 2"
+created_at = "2024-12-10T13:12:00+0000"
+published_at = "2024-12-11T07:20:03+0000"
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+
+i had passed so many times growing up  
+It was here before I was born and  
+will probably still be here after I leave  
+I was thinking up a poem about the tree  
+when a pigeon shat on me