alfie lee writing

to whom it may concern

and what i have
been suspecting
all along, that you were
never reading this.

and the bang that
echoes true for us
where no tree has fallen
where no trees will be.

and the time that takes
light to particle
fast and past its own
way back to us.

and oceans blown
dry to coral dust
return to desert us.
and our pleasures

that will feed on us
the sum of all
we've lost. too
the hope that hangs

itself regrets
for ever forgetting
to forget that you
were never reading this.



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