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It was any exhilaration discovering your website yesterday.

 yesterday I was in fever and unable to speak,
rotten sick from considering my work.
you came and raised me with this praise
into genial confusion.
for this I could kiss you upon
your automated mouth.

I arrived here nowadays hunting new things. I was not necessarily frustrated.

where do you come from?  your address
is obscure to me.  your language seems
torn up a little.  why were you not necessarily 
frustrated?  the frustration you miss is all mine — that is how
the work gets done, scratching at frustration so
it stops itching till the next time it does.  forgive me —
were you seeking that?   why was it necessary
and were you frustrated at all?  or did you take enough
new things, you happy thief? 

Your ideas after new approaches on this thing have been helpful plus an superb assistance to personally.

this thing — you speak of new approaches
as if it were Everest we are speaking of —
a new route from the near side, a reversal
across the hard terrain — I am thrilled that you are
assisted in the ascent, friend.  I am ecstatic, filled with
any exhilaration you may name again, awkwardly.
 
We appreciate you leaving out time to write out these items and then for revealing your thoughts.

how did you know that I had left out time 
while I was writing these things?  did you know
that time spolied?  I was forced to put the sheet
over its face.  then i pulled it back, a little at a time,
revealing not so much my thoughts as the face
of what I had let go to rot.  time, dead on a table,
dead on my desk, the corpse in these words.  it’s why I was
sick when you wrote, sick with the death of time.  it’s why
your message was so timely.  it’s why I look to the random
for a medication against the plague that comes
from doing this alone for so long.  

please,
write again and often until something makes sense. 

and, it sounds as if
you are with someone?  
tell them I said
don’t be a stranger,
stranger.  
tell them
to write me sometime, 
too.