If I seem much different,
more removed,
if I seem distracted,
it’s not from you.
If I’m really here now,
in a place and time,
does someone look just like me on another side?
If you receive a letter in two-thousand twelve,
it could be the last letter you could send to yourself.
On an endless ladder,
climbing higher,
climbing higher,
crawling out...
On an endless ladder,
climbing higher...
So I feel much different...
so confused...
so I feel refracted...
split in twenty-two...
so I’m really here now,
in a place and time,
(though I know I might not be on another side.)
If I receive a letter from 2017,
I would know how to read it, but not what it means.
On an endless ladder,
climbing higher,
climbing higher,
crawling up...
On an endless ladder,
climbing higher...
