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I want the words to burn. So too the ribbon,

Like a silken extension, or like betrayal’s braid.

Words have a power—although not quite as often

As we hope—to throw the Underworld some shade.

They thought of themselves as gods, the best gods going,

But gods that could type—and would—and saw themselves

As makers of a special brand of knowing.

They’d place themselves with spirits. Who resolves

To live in rural landscapes? These two.

The keys

Today are quaint with fire. The time has passed

Where people think relationships can last.

I’m an optimist by nature, hurt by lies.

The more I use this typewriter, I will learn

Through simple practice how the world can burn.