GENEALOGY SEARCH

GENEALOGY SEARCH
by John Thomas Allen
I call within these
digits made for your
reaching
Lit tone mazes ring
a quiet limbo
these tunnels
when it rings
it tolls our
seconds lose a battery
rotary masts
wind our eyes
down towers
past falling
past landlines
past wires gyration
black snake pools
your lexicon spinning
redial when
it rings
it tolls
circuit boats spark drown
sailing these
nine volts hold me in crystal oscillation
this Mother Board is drowning
in the Fessenden USB
port of calls
I call you to re
morse
tap
See, hear,
our problem
No there is not any
accepting a busy
signal when it
rings
it tolls

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