Called an old friend,
at a very far end.
Still sounds like a kindergarten teacher,
shows me the world without borders.
He sees now nothing in figure.
Nothing more can nurture.
A, B, C, D, E…
Would I, in the end, be freed?
Right, he is deprived of sight.
Yet, he spots like a hungry kite.
All mundane and against fact
Those who hide behind a false act.
Phones, alas, cannot give a dose.
This, that, these and those.
When did you last call
someone who is prepared
for your final fall?
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