The Day The World Changed

    
   
It was much like    
a barbecue  
orange font tinsel
wrapping updates    
in daily news    
feeding lists and comments  
like an addiction to the flames  
   
Knew it was no good    
looking for the next dealer,    
claiming knowledge    
in the craft    
   
Swapping a read for a red    
or sometimes    
"I've read"    
   
Then heavens opened    
it rained    
and rained    
Poured acidic    
dirty atmospheric    
water    
to the fire that kept    
wood alive    
   
On that day    
it became selfish    
It was how I feel    
about layout    
stanzas    
topic    
and title    
   
On that day    
it was never again    
a egocentric dream    
for space  
   
The words meant something    
writing became    
a play    
A book left open    
on the coffee table    
tray    
   
 
 
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