QWERTY : a tragic love story

The marching of thoughts sounds like Morse Code

lined up against the measuring tape

and black tape to telegraph

photograph them.


They are banished to a vacuum in a queue

though is it a void if there is something

even two ‘you’s in there

to fill it?


The queue and the double you collide

mid-clash and are suspended

in      mid         air

stepping on each other’s feet.


And while the embrace is glorious, eternal

a meeting of fairytale fate and chance,

the universe stands still

and that is not good.


While they are entwined there can be no

questions: who? what? when? where?

the all important why?

No answers.


So I disentangle the ‘q’ and the ‘w’ and keep on typing.


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