No need to post
the URL or embed
a video, just reach
through air, scented
with kimchee
here, and crepes with Marionberry jam
there, just thrust
your thought and only connect,
your projectile, formless
and blind through boundless
space and gently tap
on ipods, all loaded,
with the same playlist, within,
a myriad of minds, sending,
a tune with one word, twice written:
Monday Monday.


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