June 30, 2010

re: txt poem

We are communicating things right
now Telegraphing we say On so many
channels we are oblivious to Crossing
signals even when we aren’t

Someday tomorrow will never come
Somehow it already hasn’t We are
communicating in a dead tongue
of bones Our dust an untenable luxury

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