readers, lovers, those practiced in the fine art of tolerance:
i am currently crisis, an open-ended re-imagining
constantly forcing divisions by two, that is to say of self,
between star and star — pen kept from reaching the page
and, consequently, you.
i hope you've enjoyed our time together and that we'll do
so again later on if not soon. this is not an end. there is no
destination. all points are possible. if thought of at some 4-
way stop, kindly remember this ghost for all the sheets he
hid behind.