It was nice to have known you. 
A word travels, calibrated by the ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale outreach and dialectic — spoken because we both wrote it down to shun sickness, sick of welfare, 
 
license before comeuppance, soul dad —  
 
make that shortstop outreach where all the jazz wears off.  
We’ll sink together deliberately mismatched, true needing yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility, a healthful state, when we purge  
 
the sea and air cutting up the outside, driving it back to a crawl, to a spot to talk