The Forgotten Art

Tap at hollowed buttons

without a thought.

Words of black and white

no color, no soul,


Is there something lost?

Can’t remember

was it a spoken word,

lips parted and warm breath,

did you hear?

Maybe it’s been ten years,

maybe, maybe twenty,

does anyone remember?

This lost art that none can


Wander cyber halls

that cannot echo sounds

of life, or touch

Just the worthless vomit of

forgettable phrases

that start endless fights

and drive others to

Conform or be no one.

Strong hearts unwanted and

Thoughtful speech tossed to


Where has this lost art vanished?

Perhaps it is that no one


its meaning or existence.

The human condition

to forget.


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