Typewriter Bodies

the final breath

remember

not born

what ground

founded

i listen

in goodness now

we all change

i miss you
all

and your paper airplane
suicide notes

wish

you were by the fire

here

with

me

in glorious

form

even

in

time

away

from here

there

with
a
wish

i
we
had typewriter

bodies

playing

hushed
to the point around that door
memories

reborn

again

Β©James D. Casey IV 2018

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