Our box is down. Our box
is boxed in. What
you want to say is something
that under any other
circumstance we would love
to hear. But, you
understand. We have lost sight
of land. We have run
out of metaphors for metaphor.
If we ever return and
want to talk about returning
you will be the first to know.
For now, thanks for
all the notes. May they cease
now and our intrepid
communication end the way
it began, somewhere
black dark and seemingly silent.