Telepathy In Sign Language By Eli Spivakovsky Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

I once met a guy
who taught me how to 'say' telepathy in sign language
don't wave goodbye
while you warm your fingers
the angels are eaves-dropping
the demons are at rest
the train is hurtling towards the future
this is no such test
I gave you some of my name
when you spelled it out
the same name as my soul
now cut in doubt
I tracked your phone
I tracked your home
It led straight to your heart
And now I wait to see your return
as my pupils chop up the night