i'll read your letters
and then i'll write to you new letters
that hopefully won't be
as old dead letters can become
i'll read your signals
and return to them new signals
because i can't write to your eyes
or your mind 30 years after the fact
pretending to write to a receptive past body
is what you enjoyed doing and this joke
within a joke is seriously taken as funny
and at the same time heartbreaking
at first mind tries confidently to circle it
weigh and codify the narration but you
sly devil you knew mind could not solve in the end
but at least a reader tried to do it
you knew all of this and it keeps going
now the jest has a life of it's own
born out of play gambling that the spark struck
might keep and catch in the darkness
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