typewriter.eight

a time before cursors. a
land before chrome
paper journals blue and black
our future unknown

i am walking the beach
early morning barefoot
unblinking at dawn
not far
from

home
loopy cords
fall off an old
phone

cloth covers
worn off
spines broken
soft
and

no space
is safe in these books
in these thoughts
between oceans
and lines

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