The Sealed Letters 1
In the metrics of loving
Do they feel our thoughts?
The symbols of our inspiration
Objects of our adoration
It’s unfathomable, yes?
That we could influence
Each other from a distance
Like memories influencing the future
Spooky action at a distance
I trust, poets can time-travel
In their mysticism of monk like dedication
To the magic of language
The alchemy that reformed you
And the passion that saved us
How do I know, of course I know
We’ve had a similar experience
Horizons of semantics, paragraphs
Of being alone and jaded
Disillusionment, nihilism, heart-break
Human experiences for a tapestry
Of the brain’s inability to cope
Art becomes a refuge, a little
More interactive than religion
In the metrics of being
Do you think the algorithms
Will calculate that I understood you
Ethereally, perhaps more so
Than people on okcupid were likely to
Ha, I hope so, it would be amusing
To be informed that you were
Mentioned in some obscure corner
Maybe another country
You said we all wanted to be recognized
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I’ve been absent for a lifetime
Your lips speak right through me.
Wuji Seshat 