Correspondence School

Words, And more words. Written in a binary code of zeros and ones, Appearing on a computer screen In a language everyone can understand. Translated into a structured story, Speaking to the reader with an easily Understood message, making Paper obsolete. Words can move through space and Give a person reason to believe that they Are all true, Nothing left to the imagination. Correspondence with a purpose, Codified abbreviations in a short version Expose a secret, and tell the reader More than they wanted to know. Everyone’s need to be involved Is satiated by reading the words of Strangers that shape the Endless universe of clutter, inhabited by Uninvited guests who want to be heard. All the 0’s and 1’s, Pushed through invisible lines buried beneath the Earth’s crust, bouncing off into Intergalactic space, The eternal region of knowing everyone’s opinion. Correspondence school, where flashing letters on a Computer screen have nonconsenting intercourse Transformed into words that dance off the Fingertips of legions of anonymous correspondents. All waiting to read everyone’s next utterance, Making it easy to strike the Delete key and watch the words Disappear when there is nothing more to say.