Here's the first one.
Feed the page feed the page feed the page they said
So then here we are
Just you and me
And you and you and you and you
And so many others
Or maybe just you and me
And this fishbowl of a page
Which isn't even a page any more
No quills and no vellum and no poetic romance
I won't say the word pixel
Oops
So the writer will write
And the singer will sing
And the images will keep crashing against the late night shoreline
Crashing and exploding through my head
Into so many pixels
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