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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.

This is a poem from my chapbook Blue Mundi.

<<Blue Mundi>> Candle Everglow She walks into This Night Then tries to get out of it In This Night no one wants to shoot or strangle or stab her There is no one to fight She does not have to worry about anyone giving her something She talks to others about her Frankenstein or Twilight Zone her Tales from the Crypt or Dracula But her imagination only belongs to her and nobody else understands All her dreams sink and smother into This Night She writes and performs her poems They will say “that’s nice” and “thank you” but they never say or do anything else Every word she speaks or writes blackens down into the abyss She paints draws and takes pictures The robotic “thank you” and “nice” will echo until every image she creates whitens out into the void She keeps giving and caring and the robotic “thank you” keeps vibrating in her bones reducing her into whimpers and prayers She believes that if she cares and gives enough This Night will end But even if it stays She has faith that this light within her will always Shine <<Blue Mundi>>