We're old friends, already
Whirled up in the wheel of time
A pacing symphony
Passing through the telephone
For hours on end.
We do not deter from this trend
Rhythm and rhymes, reunions and recusancy
Always together, and on the same frequency
In a second we crisscross the ocean
Building up our literary scene
Our secret and permitted panacean
Ointment, we've never once foreseen
That we're old friends, already
Your wise heroes advisers of my own
We share so much tenderness
With which we could clothe dawn.
Written to John Maloney,
July 5, 2018
Lyon, France
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
We're old friends, already
Whirled up in the wheel of time
A pacing symphony
Passing through the telephone
For hours on end.
We do not deter from this trend
Rhythm and rhymes, reunions and recusancy
Always together, and on the same frequency
In a second we crisscross the ocean
Building up our literary scene
Our secret and permitted panacean
Ointment, we've never once foreseen
That we're old friends, already
Your wise heroes advisers of my own
We share so much tenderness
With which we could clothe dawn.
Written to John Maloney,
July 5, 2018
Lyon, France
For @John Maloney, in honor of many an hour spent on the phone. For over 5 years.
