Life hangs in the balance of a blue sky
That has no way of mentioning that
What in the end should catch the eye
Is something simple and flat
That two-dimensions can catch it all
If you are willing to heed such a call
The image of a weeping child so lost
The words on the pages of a novel
The pieces of paper representing a cost
The eternal ability of these things to pull
In a powerful, yet simple way
The things it does not take lips to say
Each of us lay flattened against a screen
As vibrant as a green leaf and stem
With many a message to prune and preen
Before we are willing to invite the rest of them
Those who threaten us or so we think
Fully into our lives all the better they sink
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