Your Invitation

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

As indicated by the below,
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

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