some people want hot letterhead all over the place
blazing lines of he said and she said like merciless tides
killing vision with foggy verbage on flashing screens
till there are no i's and t's left to dot or cross your path
just once when we had names no one knew and faces unseen
there were mysteries to our identities and truths never told
we then shuddered to think this place could ever be so full
so crowded and bulging from years of voices in strung words
give up your clothes they matter not for everyone can see you
they all dance naked in space telling themselves its a network
its a path to knowledge to success to understanding each other
when the language has become so muddied there's no talking
only typing
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