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When you read my words
In typeset or handwritten
Committed to lined pages
Or tapped purposefully
Through a spider’s web of cracks
On a tired smartphone screen
Beamed to the cloud
At near light speed
You become a traveler
A transcendental being of time
Radio antenna in the darkness
Of my lonely existence
Observers at a dusty window
Wiping detritus off the panes
Gaining insights to yourself
Through my own experience
Having been provoked to thoughts
Which otherwise might not have come
Transmission of the heart and mind
To audience unending
Words are windows for the blind
These messages I’m sending

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having just spoken of time and the differences between a place on the other side of the world and mine, it strikes me as being very relevant. I have reflected upon these very observations and found the wonder you describe. You have made my thoughts
appear on these pages time after time. I am always impressed with the way that you see things. This is a prime example of
your keen sight and the images received through your words. Thank you for being a part of the inspirations I gain from this site, and your friendship. ~ Geez.

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Hi, Tim,
This is great! A very literal description of communicating - poetry in this case, along with the deeper level in how we actually touch one another intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. "...observers at a dusty window wiping detritus off the panes." Wonderful poetry!

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