the lengths that i would go to: the distance in your eyes

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johanna faust

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'Fuck it, Don't Fuck With Me Anymore,  Send Me -- & If I sport a Fashion After Which Your Poetry Wears but Rarely, --- What Harm Is There In That?'

Or, You Could Preface With A Warning -- Without Which It Would Have Gone Unnoticed --  Only To Find Its Just The Thing

dear sir or sometime someone certainly

your recent communication

containing it seemed to me the delicate gossamer intricacies of everyday & moment

somehow captured and displayed without hurting them 

and, even as things-in-themselves wriggle out of one comprehension and into another

nonetheless this fact does not -- and this is the real mystery -- itself bring a screeching halt

my abruptly unsuspended disbelief

stubborn, envious, wanting only the tech, how was this done -- no --

curious this,

or perhaps not, were i tomorrow, or you, or a close friend of mine

but tomorrow, or you, my friend, or you, mr. sometime someone certainly

are not going to die when its my turn to die

do not live as i live

in the in betweens most elusive

revealed perfectly individual yet seemingly categorical 

these beginnings of knowing

another

human 

being

by their recent communication, which 

(it becomes necessary to inform 

and quickly now, before one is able)

which email, so it seems, is even now in the process of being processed

and due to unforseen um due to the um do tedium dew te deum

per force mance angst i it  

-- purr form and its high aint he -- 

-- -- prefer man's hands I & he -- -- -

- -- -- before meant & sigh ain't  -- --- ---

--- ---- performance ------------- anxiety -------------------------

this moment is new is unlike before this response this here this now we all of us rely on pattern and familiarity on reiteration interpellation

the ideal is yet glimpsed intermittently conceived daily  reinvented hourly reinvents itself constantly but it must concede it cannot remember in this process ever experiencing itself being narrated 

however haltingly 

in real time 

still it probably is nothing new

to receive reply that merely holds the place

that hopefully bears no resemblance to all the less than perfect

that briefly says dear 

dear mr keisling we are considering your last 

i am 

will reply shortly

only heaven help me for all the times i fell far short of what i see