We all have time for letters, to say just what's on our heart, if there is no one to listen,

letters offer a way out.  They hear the fist shaped muscle pumping blood, and pressed so closely to our veins,

they are hard-wired to our memories and in some of those that's all there is.  Letters to get us by and take us further,

to carry us through stagnant silence, letters leap out before we can catch them, their order off and staggering in their places, but every letter

suggests there is a correct response and if letters are kept moving, true meaning will always come out.