if
you
are
reading
this,
then,
you
aren't
alone.
your
being
-right now-
by virtue of
reading this
is
with
mine;
and mine,
with yours.
and even when
you go
away,
you
are still here,
existing in
my
little
poem,
smeared
light
remnants
rubbing up
against mine.
and even when i go away
after sending this off,
i too will still be here
like you.
all of our weird
written words
penned at a distance are
always connected
by some
strange
residual angle
and spin
emitted,
leftover
from our
small but
eternal
interactions;
alignments of the light which do not discriminate,
nor create hierarchies of strict titanic binaries
that demand and interrogate..
your
big
red
hearts
make my
little grey
lightning bolts
light up:
bright yellow strikes fluoresce
over and
over
and
o v e r,
again and again.
your
tiny torch
forever
charging
me,
even as i
cool off
and
darken,
is much appreciated,
dear poets
of
mine.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
if
you
are
reading
this,
then,
you
aren't
alone.
your
being
-right now-
by virtue of
reading this
is
with
mine;
and mine,
with yours.
and even when
you go
away,
you
are still here,
existing in
my
little
poem,
smeared
light
remnants
rubbing up
against mine.
and even when i go away
after sending this off,
i too will still be here
like you.
all of our weird
written words
penned at a distance are
always connected
by some
strange
residual angle
and spin
emitted,
leftover
from our
small but
eternal
interactions;
alignments of the light which do not discriminate,
nor create hierarchies of strict titanic binaries
that demand and interrogate..
your
big
red
hearts
make my
little grey
lightning bolts
light up:
bright yellow strikes fluoresce
over and
over
and
o v e r,
again and again.
your
tiny torch
forever
charging
me,
even as i
cool off
and
darken,
is much appreciated,
dear poets
of
mine.
i am taking a break from this for a while, or maybe for good, i dunno... to all of those whom i have had the opportunity to interact with, thank you.
forever yours, and yours, and yours, et al
m
