Long trains run these tracks
Day and night
Tagged with letters of certain weight
And yet
From where I stand
Cracks and glimpses
Obscured views
And yet
Is there not more
From where you stand
Attempted communications
Compete with mechanical rattles
Sight, sound, signal
Time to repeat that back
And yet
Long trains run these tracks
Our communication did lack
A certain nuance
Instead a dialect of
coincidence and missed chances
-Thomas Typewriter
Neighbors, kindly and good
Get out of my stove
I will not with your birchwood
I will not with your soup bones
That which once moved
breathes long
rattle thin tones
I will not with your oakwood
I will not with your ash or thorn
Of this world I’ve had my fill
And all the others too
Where be the silence and stone
Crumbled from gilded thrones
Now get out of my stove
-Thomas Typewriter
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Blindfolds off, eyes unfettered
As I ask true, expecting no reply
Can you unwrap my heart
A trail grown cold
Can you unwrap my thoughts
Wind passing through fingers
Blindfolds off, eyes unfettered
As I ask true, expecting no reply
Can you unwrap my faith
A sunbeam in an empty room
Can you unwrap my hope
A house with doorways removed
-Thomas Typewriter
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