Willingly suspending disbelief

Inside a window is life and its poems behind a grille ,plants in their breeze and words straight under the night.A canvas stretches through the wires bringing the world inside of people typing away furiously after the seas.
Wonder what they are doing rubbing their eyes of disbelief, sending down stuff and thoughts to me, the obscure recipient, typing away here in a hole.
The wires cut the trees in their smoke.A scrap of sky evaporates above them till a sun will arrive to redden its face.The daily noises wait till it fully reddens and disbelief ceases to be suspended.

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