Let's go!

Oh can't we just-

I feel it so-

You feel it, filtered.

My heart beats out cloudy sonnets

Through the prism of my memory/

Your heart beats ones and zeros.

My words pilfered from others' poetry/

Your words, still new.

Syllabic vaults

In which will dwell

Our strange romance,

Blueprints of some wicked architecture

Meant to confuse us.

Oh! But that my already hampered directionality

Would lead us home…