Archivist's notes: This should be read in the ancient style: aloud, with lights and displays depowered. Permission has been granted for the lighting of candles (see oxygen rationing exemptions). Dedicated to the search for New Earth.

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I dreamed of you yesterday, and I awoke to tears of joy. Though you are not yet born, and we shall never meet, I know I must send this to you.

I have a name, and I am young. In this regard, we are similar. I write to you mostly because you cannot write to me. I have questions for you, but I lived many centuries ago. So I must do my best to think what you might want to ask me and try to reply.

Here, the ceiling, everything, is filled with openness. It would probably be quite scary were I not used to it. I wonder what is like where you are, and if you are afraid. Large hardened plants tower over me, ten times my height or more. I run fingers along their sides. They watch over us. I suppose things must be very different there.

The place where I live is complicated to explain; there are many people living here. I feel that perhaps you might like it, as I do. Oxygen is abundant where I live; you breathe and there it is. Not just here, but everywhere. Some people complain that the air here is not great. I do not mind.

Do you know what animals are? I suspect that you do, though I worry that there may not be many there. That makes me feel sad. There are many animals here, countless wonderful creatures. I like to look at them. They feel alive and free and full of hope. I am not sure if I imagine they feel that way, or if they imagine I do. Anyway, I think we feel the same.

I have a secret to tell you. In my dream, I saw where it is you are. That is why it I thought it might be scary. It was a metal tube, way up in the endless blackness. Though I know you are not there yet, I did try looking for you. Standing out in the green, I looked up. but you were not there. The small feathered ones sang.

I know you are there, regardless. I think of you as a friend, and I hope, I hope you find what it is you seek. I hope you are with a friend. Friendship and hope will surely not be eroded by the countless ages.

I know I will never have answers to my questions, but there is contentment in the asking. I do not know what will become of me, but I think of you, and I am glad that I may be remembered by a friend.

i gaze on your thousand galaxies,
and warmed by your countless suns,
this is my song.

as i take to the waves,
you are my ocean;
my boat, my birds, my sky.

you are my moon, my hope, my rain,
so it is, inevitably,
until you blink again.

Hello goodbye
Wait
Tell me why

You can't do that
Girl
I feel fine

Don't bother me
Help
Let it be

You can't do that
You won't see me

I'm down
Because
(From me to you)
And I love her
& She loves you

It won't be long
Here comes the sun
Girl
Tell me what you see

It won't be long
Hello goodbye
I'm down
You won't see me

no thought in the words today
rhythm gone out the window
no edits, no allusion, no allegory

i am sad and heartbroken

it hurts. i'm not functioning well
i'm crying, snot everywhere,
don't see the poetry in it

i remember the temperate souls more than the sun
new faces hiding old friends
eager for fun and so kind

what are the words for this beautiful iteration
this reminder of childhood's unquestioned joy?
i too seek incontestable delight
trusting and guiltless

the only life is happiness
the only happiness is gratitude
i have seen myself in a thousand gentle mirrors
my heart is light and knows the way

it's cool and sunny,
cloudy and bright,
the breezy park is joy.

the sun goes in
the sun return,
return its glorious hold.

don't care what gone,
don't care to come,
my lungs are filled with green

my eyes is close
my face is warm.
this, oh this, is life.

speak to me now of your rapturous dreams
i shall write them in letters of gold

they resound in my soul, they make my heart sing
for i know, i too
can chase my own

i hold you in my arms
knowing it to be the last time
must this hug goodbye ever end
why do i feel this way for you
you who comfort me now as a friend

goodbye mixed messages
hello disconsolate heart
i would rather be here
in your unloving arms
in your unloving arms
than be home

this park i know well
its seasonal rise and fall
blows that warm december breeze
your mouth, your hair
my tears as you ride away

i often sleep at night.
in the morning, i often wake and
from good dreams, contentment-
from bad dreams, relievement

and of daydream?
the truth is i rarely daydream anymore
my reverie both thrills and scares me
for i recall anything is possible.

look out in no doubt
oh, beautiful life
it is never too late to be who you might have been.

hellopoetry.com is down

and i have so much to tell you
of love, of flight, of feeling sure
1984's so right
i thought, the certain age of five

we danced beneath the sprinklers
rotated likewise on the grass
my paper hat fell off
the fences of our old backyard far stronger
than any castle walls

dad at the brick barbecue he built
mum at the back door, smiling
cake and candles,
being lifted up,
a moat of inevitable sunshine.

regardless
i'll see you in my dreams
we will ride through the streets
on horses
we will eat in the dark at the movies
and be chased by an oversized edam cheese

we will walk through the gardens
and talk, no less, no more
of all we never said, in barcelona
and every other place we forgot to go

we will dance like demons 'til dawn
circle like warmth over embers
procrastinate at bus stops
until the morning breaks.