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CAPS (a brief poem)

CAPS

All through the silence there is shouting

deep inside the dark brain held like a rock

the letters calling all attention from the stillness

the instance of an angry cat caught in moon light

the ringing of words in a clang going out beyond the hills

a message meant to convey the distance set up like purpose

all the CAPS are crowding out the crowd and bringing urgency

to the receiver so much so that you can't read anything small

happening on the fields such bold and bitter take on language

we use in the typed up and locked key to conversing.

-s.m.g.

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