I plead the 4th

people are speaking to me,
thinly and echo-like.
I watch from above, my love.
(or across, or down)
“do you want another pillow?”
“I don’t think he can hear you, Karen.”
“blink once for yes, twice for no.”
I have trouble working those old fleshy levers.
such meat.
they say come back, they say don’t leave.
I see contorted faces.
but, really, they shouldn’t worry.
I say don’t worry, but can’t spell it in winks.
I am the explorer, now.
Of a different plane.
We’ll meet again
don’t know where
don’t know when
but I know we’ll meet again
some sunny day.

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