Talk of the night before –

the moment of mirroring

impasse in the corridor

  then abandonment the                              
Broken thread and wait

  It’s news of a two-day

technical misadventure

  lifts the spirits

 then you ringing me

could I think outside
            Months

    you place me on a

liquid diet light duties

    increment permitting

 an official “Visitor”

     perhaps a friend       
   It isn’t mandatory

but in the sequel

I wait and watch

while you 
(Common droid your

  pretense to humanity

like fame stardom means

  only to assimilate)     
     scatter back to earth

      and where’s desire”

       what of strategy

   a t-shirted subterfuge

        inviting revealing

    just the letters “…AMO…” 
  where i wonder what you

    mean but can no longer

  read and we’re leaving 	
    Now my minders say

  (though I’d stay)

and we should do

  this more often.