communications, embedded with conventions,
jewlels in our minds and memories,
worn or discarded by the needs of the time,
deemed then valid, have lost receptors of a kind,
by undeclared agreement become ignored
a chord of archaic,
or demise of a passing fad or fetish
and the tolerance of charity,
of vague language quantifiers, lets in
a convention, may later cast it out
or by indifference turns the back of apathy,
and the convention becomes extinct,
no more one night stands,
fear of comtagion has changed the courtship,
dance with communiques of suspicion,
how many conventions of etiquette and netiquette
stories plays and novels are beset
by hand and pocket gadgetry, formerly unheard of
a new mode of cellular phone, antennae of my being
each day concieve and birth new conventions
language, first conditioned by agreement and convention
now conditions the conventions
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