Cretan Maineiac - Disconnected: For T

No reaching out
no touching

No more punching out the numbers
that once rung you

No more wireless command
that all last summer brung you



I hope you're doing fine
reaching out, in theory

My eyes no help to you
whether peering bright or squinting teary



Like 1999 again
wondering's the best i can do,

ride the hours 'till earned free time
red-eyed, the better to see you.

~October 7,2006

Cretan Maineiac

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