Who are these people that fall in love with computer screens?
How can mear words capture mankinds time and attentions more than the flesh that lay beside them.
The human flesh that will pick them up when they fall down.
Figuritively, not literally!
Who are these people that follow and worship from afar the faces and picture lives, unrequited loves, always at risk of teetering on reality and living in the vast unknown of wonderland.

WHO ARE WE AS HUMAN FLESH ANYMORE?
Wonder what they sound like.
Wonder are they safe.
Wonder are they short.
Wonder are they tall.
Wonder if thats their real picture.
Wonder will I meet them,
Wonder will I see them on the street
Wonder would they recognize me.
Wonder will they greet me.
Wonder will they turn.
Wonder will they speak.
Wonder how they are off screen.
Wonder how they are in LIFE.
I wonder will they hear me.
I wonder CAN they listen.
I wonder no more.
Mere written words are loved unconditionally.
Flesh feels.
Flesh bleeds.
Flesh is a condition.
Wonderland is a nice place to visit but I don't want to live there,

I am flesh...I am word
Both

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