First of all I apologize:
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I, reading you between the system glitches of windows xp,
Flinched, faltered and fled
When the internet gods hovered and threw praises at you.
I am not deaf, Singer of Songs, but--
Of course they don't know that we talk;
I bit my tongue mostly, trying to understand your theories
Through the heady dithyrambs, disguised, and had me in awe.
I apologize because I let you let me drizzle quietly reading you.
I apologize because I loved you secretly from mother trinity
I apologize for my bitter and for your (brat)wurst.
My gods are beautiful but oh-so blind and so are yours:
Shamelessly, they compare their kudos to you;
That's why I switched antenna for cable television
So I can master your depth in shallow frequencies.
I went to the front row of your nth live concert;
Your songy songs painfully rights my wrongs,
Your wink captivates,
And your smile arrests,
But I cringe--
I thought you were dolby digital and not a jukebox.
I do apologize as I should apologize.