Speak with me, Friend;
Won\'t you please have a seat...

Far off, somewhere-
Quite a way over there...

I can feel you breathing,
Sitting in the little chair...

Blunder after stumble,
Arguments and quarrels...

Open the door
Switch on the light...

My cruelty.
Laughable to even write...

Help!
Help! he shouted from so far out...

Catch, says Future,
And tosses me the World...

Gathering thoughts and writing again,
Hoping to drink the ink of my pen...

Rushing, running, raving
Madly, blindly, haphazardly...

Empty seats.
Rows, waves, truckloads, boatloads...

Dips, dives, twirls, spins;
Aerial acrobatics at the end of strings...