I write in runes. I mean to leap the alphabet. The orbital spin of time and me dizzy and all. .
I will write you tomorrow, shake the mica off my thoughts. You will not walk with me among the glacial shores of thinking.
I will return a fossil of millions of years, along the edges of meaning. I am not unfamiliar with your pace along the beach where i lie so still. It's why I will write tomorrow when my heart has ******
in the sun.
I don't see you coming anymore to the sandhills of Poems. It was always difficult to reach you through the tangle of my sclerotic
heart.
Tomorrow I will be a fragment of loving you. I will hold the thought until it fossil freezes and I will lie on the Beach of Remembering, washed by eons of
poetry. I will write you but all you will hear are the