The Meta Floor

 
Life is a call center,

like a journey into the city.

Patience is Time,

pillars of people playing on phones.

 
 

The Master Poem does go,

knowing what the purple vortex is,

Does Go The Master Poem?

 
 

Fragments have commas and periods,

my fragment is a chewed up fingernail.

 
 

I throw away all of my fragments,

employing syntax to form thoughts.

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