SemioticsA Poem by Ken e Bujoldsomething happened here once before the slow suck of progression erased all memory of time then when we labored with sticks and stones the simpler illusions of mobility bred into our bones things less clever never quite like anything we say we now understand of a before we took the first few hesitant steps to make land uninhabitable.
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1 Review Added on October 9, 2022 Last Updated on October 9, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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