A Letter to No One

I feel really sad. Like everything is just to waste my time. And
time moves so slow. It's sad to watch it go. But it goes all the same.
There's no rope to pull it back, no nothing, it's forward forever in
that abstract way that we think. For you and I are the same, we are
lovers incestuous, we are strong, rock, blonde and long. My discourse
to you, with you, can take its time because with you, for you, before
you it has forever to stay still, to go nowhere and sink.
And again I am off in abstract terms. But it is okay, in my pretention
you understand, you d i g. In this lost art you are found, this maze we
are in you hand me a scythe and we are hacking our way out it could
take forever but this doesn't matter, we have eternity and I love you
and your little shoes and your mask, your smell of wet grass as you
hack and help me hack, we hack away at the maze, just seventeen, the
maze is green, I listen for your cries, the wolf has gnawed your ankle
and I am warning you in this letter all about it.