each night since we
last spoke has battled to become
the very cliche by which
eternity has been measured. yet,
i survive. a diet of clever notes
found on my mobile and laptop
act as digital respirations
for analog life, where two
quarks collided randomly in an
atomic accelerator only lifetimes ago

scribble scrabble, subtle scuttle
molecules fuse in time and i succumb
to the pull of your magnets, as
these thoughts satellite my mind.

heisann. hvordan du det? nem baj,
kossi. verdad? que bueno. ed a
che cosa state pensando? ich haben
den sehnend. taci, nu mai vorbeti.
je suis non.