TERMINAL POEMS

The Demo

10 / 40 · II. The Sale

The screen fills
with something beautiful.

The audience
inhales.

He pinches the air
and zooms.

This took four seconds.

Somewhere in the fourth row,
a designer
closes her notebook.

The applause
is real.

The thing on the screen
is not.
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