A poem opens up , springs from the folder with title, date created, memory usage, and who knows

what else it unfurls as it zips from thumbprint size to a screen? and wipes away the surface of peaceful blue clouds that consist of moving pixels— a phrase of Words LOL. As I tell you of it, a pressure has mounted! Fount of my waters in gravity’s suitcase, My studio with all the dust of blinds drenched with evaporated watermarks. While the document changes then more text is appearing taking each Byte of the RAM saved in the hard drive was waiting for you.

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