I gave. You got.
You now have and I have not.
Thank-you to you and you and you and you and you.
May your mind travel great distances with what I do.
The work is devoted to a simple-single-solid point.
A point that would be lost to me, if it weren't for you.
When clarity nudges my senses and gives me pause,
It translates something small into a dream devoted to all.
So I thank you for making me work.
What left from me and went to you,
frees up space in me,
to give more to you.
- This poem mailed to Utah -