When We are brave

When we are brave enough
we are not present
we are simply
in a wrong moment

Between key strokes
and dramatic elipsing
lays
our raging moments,
against the dying of the
light
And

we feed our platform
as it feeds on us,
our bravery
(our sex)
is stroking keys
and raging at random moments

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About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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