Two Detectives


We are two detectives 
on two ends of two telephones
talking in verbal codes
and sometimes in Morse

Do you get it?
Tip tap tippy tap

a word of mine
could save your world
and I deliberately avoid 
saying that word
so that you can continue to rely on me

we stay in this void
that telephone line has created for us
of electrical signals
and discrete-time 
 
you hate my incompliance 
we are stuck by the cords
since you struck the chords
i blinded you with science

I guess you still want to see the world
but I like it better when you are blind, deaf and cannot speak

Do you get it?
Tip tap tippy tap

a word of mine
could save your world
and I deliberately avoid 
saying that word
so that you can continue to rely on me

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