you´ve become letters on the screen a black and white scheme you´re a reason to look back you´re fixed on semi-gloss paper you faint you pale you blur fingertips prowl on their own wander back into the pockets where they belong they´ve gotten stiff in clasping fists while tectonic plates were shifting it dropped away it´s not longer holding sway you lurk under scribbled sheets until a soft gust sets you free still a lure to dwell upon you´re fixed on semi gloss paper to faint to pale to blur weak bonds tied us together but i did not cut them off i´m not the one to blame i only perforated them failures of repute we salute you high council of despair we´re almost there