Your invitation is in the mail
It does not have enough postage
To get where it isn't going
And so return to sender
And you'll wait
The offer exists
Without a postmark
Come inside
Come over
Come back
Come home
Dear reader,
We do not have a covenant
The ink is dry in the pen
And that signature line
Will wait as long as you
Herein,
As indicated by the below,
Wherefore,
Our minds have no union
At the coherence interplay
Among our scattered souls
Take this vague promise
To the bank of uncashed checks
Where they will issue you
A certificate of no way out
These deposits guarantee
That nothing will remain
When we've both left this land
For another territory
That ghost place
Where our ripples are the only
Words that connect us
To anything that resembles together
Roman Ryan 