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