a xerox job posting blistering in the breeze
"the archive of lost things"
only one number tear
((assuredly for me))
having high hopes that finally I would find work exciting
i believe that things happen for a reason
and if you understood the kind of happenstance we're talking here;
you should have seen the lengths of tape
annals of analogs and obscurities
all the toiling, review, repair, tinkering:
all smiles for me

until I had become myself the archives,
a lost thing