Even
Now you fill my mind
Messages coded and plain
In fields of signals
Yours is singular...
It enlivens me to think:
Now you could call me.
Between these workdays
Almost another year up
But not passed alone
Ending with a bang
For the weekend would not fail
To bring you to me
One wish of many
Though all with similar theme
Spoken with forked tongue
Did they think to write?
Did they try too hard to copy
Easy jaunt in halls
I lay in foyer
Forcing rhymes in other tongues
Style still my own
I dream of your call
To signal ➰the (dreaming/story) through ➿
The best just begun
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