I missed you, David Graeber.

I dream of contemporaries 
intellectual vintners 
and better yet grape sowers.

Bullshit Jobs dawned on my
everything at the time
and it was less than sixty 
percent useless.

Anthrological maths,
plural possibilities,
conversations and a not
ever going to be we.

Thank you for
what you wrote
from a would
have been friend.

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