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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Friday, March 11, 2016

Pin Prick

The screen has holes too wide to functionally filter anything
but it's presence is meant to make you feel safe
not actually keep you so.
Threaded and forced into the union.
Even a wish master lacks the inspiration at the suggestion.
Billows of brass burn at my nostrils and lift me on it's drifts.
Higher then the graying tops,
I can see tomorrow.
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