An Unsteady Concern For An Old Love

December 3, 2013

Underneath a tall-ass sky

Underneath the darkest dome

There’s this distance

In the hiss I hear in this pay phone

(Just to show how far ago she is).

I can’t get you

More than normal.

In science (fiction)

Intuition is acceptable,

Certain secret signals

Echo in my halls.

I’m unsteady, more than always,

Already ’cause this call.

Are You OK?  Are you with us?  when I call

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