spirals, swirls,

purple green and

poison lavender, acidic blue.

sometimes, i like to stare

at the computer screen.

pretend i'm a poet ekeing

out a living

Grimy streets of England

and yet much loved and

preferred by many.

somtimes, i

think that if i

listen hard enough,

look at the dizzy patterns for

long enough,

the heart-rending, cracking

voice blaring over the speakers,

i might be swallowed by

the golden showers,

the ever-changing streamers.

now a snowflake. now a flower. now a

fading window sill.

maybe, you

never know, eh?

--By Yue Lin, 'Windows media player.'

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