Poem
Amanda Hammar
THE AGE OF FALSE PRESENCE
THE AGE OF FALSE PRESENCE
THE AGE OF FALSE PRESENCE
Even at skyping distanceyour face remains familiar,
your gaze seemingly focused.
Our conversations are filled
with woven traces of history.
Yet the screen frames an illusion
of proximity and presence,
seductions of shadow and light.
A false immediacy that teases
but in it nothing cannot flourish.
© 2012, Amanda Hammar
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THE AGE OF FALSE PRESENCE
Even at skyping distanceyour face remains familiar,
your gaze seemingly focused.
Our conversations are filled
with woven traces of history.
Yet the screen frames an illusion
of proximity and presence,
seductions of shadow and light.
A false immediacy that teases
but in it nothing cannot flourish.
THE AGE OF FALSE PRESENCE
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