My love waits for me--
I am steaming through my mind,
The cold gray summer rain splashing,
Life-renewing,
And me, I am here in this mind-trap, sitting quietly
Contemplative.
He told me I was beautiful today
Each day past
And perhaps each day forward
This love is a mystery; exotic, intense
I, the tapestry
He, the craftsman--
I wonder... how long it will last
--There is a break in reality--
A man, different, sits next to me early morning
In a crowded airport
Giddy laughter and stale cigarettes hang on the air
He smiles at me--
In a still moment, we size eachother up
Both wondering, in different ways,
Where we've come from, where we're going
Standing now-- "I'll see you later," he says
An awkward hug breaking the chain of events
And he is pulled into the swirl of the pushing crowd,
Lost from that day forth--
Tampa to Jacksonville, Jacksonville to Baltimore
Baltimore to... nowhere... the end...
This ride is over.
Full-throttle into the present--
My love
_Unsequencing_
Still, my love waits patiently for me
All technecalities lost, hindsight gone
The fresh breath of air after a musty cyberfuck
-I run to him-
And at long last, am fulfilled.
_End transmission_