I wrote my love an electronic letter you are the loneliness
which I have felt so deeply letters on a moonwhite screen
where are the leaves on the wind and he replied
it seems that I am always in your company electronic
spark flowing along the hemline ash of now’s miscellany
o flimsy system o electric prayer o cross
o tree o golden Sanskrit curve of the body o symbol
might we be free together one day in the silent wealth of bodies