suppose my symposium is noticed
by eyewitnesses or private eye dicks
or some other noble nose stuck in my
business window, will we one day
gaze longways through e-screen greetings
to back walls, and delicately arranged
furniture, pictures, memorabilia
the conscious now finding it necessary
to maintain even their private confines
in a strictly ordered manner,
if only to please the prying organ of
schnozzy e-neighbors. what sense of illustrity
will persist, more free capital flows
among aspirers? fabricated communication undone
by instantaneous spread of more suitable, pronounceable
frases e paroles. an entire intermix, a brown-black
fudge of luminosities and hues and speech
is art still art cross cultures, without standards?
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