I'm Going to Send Myself a Telegram and Make believe it came from You

"I'm Going to Send Myself a Telegram and Make believe it came from You"

Our times got tangled up like the wires of the old telegraph posts that span the land between us.

Lines whose resistance was once overcome by electrifying reverberations, oscillating faster than the beat of the gull's wings; lighting up inside, outside.

Cords that cannot be followed into the foliage of the trees whose thirst for light is unquenchable.

Colour Me Your Colour

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