backspacing into the future.. eating letters.. words.. delicious verbs.. bridging periods with periods.. cutting dashes with slashes.. translating it all away.. filtering all through the same word.. waiting for a period to permeate.. All this time.. brewing a broth with it as a loss....nevermind i would say... along the way .. along the way..

backspacing into your letters.. convinced you were there, right before i stare.. leaving your vowels behind.. spitting them out, one by one.. ragged and dusty..only good for my melancholic melody. Where ever there may be air, wherever there may be words small enough to whisper you away.. remember ..i'm transliterating you into my language.. elucidating you into every word.. every letter.. every period.

backspacing into the Gulf of Veils, slowing and slowing.. trails of velvet veils..waving me through a veil of trails, blowing in gales swimming through the sky... clothing the sun..tucking it into the universe.. leaving starry eyed periods for light.. beacons and bookends to cloaked words, every third of a third.. dividing me away from you.

Here I am, spelling your name without a clue how to join the lines, curve the bends, or dot the i's. Illiterately writing words into drawings.. scribbling you into obscurity over and over again. damaged. I can't spell you. You have no name, you are no one, hopefully one day you will be me.