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[wegetthrough]

let us collapse ourselves into letters
bump up against each other until we make words and sentences
stopping short of paragraphs
to build suspense and anticipation
when you and i can process our thoughts in numerals
and symbols
dance into the fiberglass curves of e's and c's
grip onto candy cornered v's and w's
and let the tapping of the typewriter command our songs
collapse our hearts into foam