I Miss You

"You do not have he right to eliminate yourself, you do not belong to you. You belong to Universe."
~R. Buckminster Fuller, 1927

Around and around it goes.
Self-expression, unchecked to an international audience.
And when it stops, what then?
Erasure?
Lingering forever in the darker recesses of the web?

I miss you.

What is the ultimate worth of what we write here?
Will a future generation look back on these scribbles and find much, if anything, of interest?
Who has the patience to winnow the wheat from so much chaff?
A robot, perhaps? Some robot.
What new hallucinations will form from this mess of literary pottage?

I miss you.

Worse prose is barely conceivable.
But it is something.
It isn't you, yet it is.
Something to shout about.
Something to whisper quietly to an audience of one.

I miss you.

Never a lover.
I know what it feels like to be inside a woman.
It was never thus.
"I need to read you."
"I read to need you."

I miss you.

Come back.
I would be content as a shadow in your shadow.
Let your light shine.
It will work itself out.
It will be alright.

I miss you.

And if you...
Believe in dreams,
Or what is more important,
That a dream can come true?
I, I will meet you...

I miss you*

*Italicized lyrics by Björk