Holy, holy

in a universe of telephone wires

that you understand perfectly.

I don’t think like you, we found that out

a week ago, you have another mythology

to follow, and I don’t believe in things

that don’t conjure easily. 

You shrug in places I cannot see,

you eat without me, you sigh,

your long laugh echoes in the halls of 

someone else’s house, 

and like you, I am too alone.

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