I'Ll Read You If You Read Me
I'll read your funk,
your epileptic word-purge junk,
your chasm magic sceptic tank
of old cliches that happen to make you smile,
or cry.
We can be each others brutal-theraputic,
we'd be like Greeks;
we'd lose all Christian values,
we'd become in Time and Space
a dust arranged against infinity;
a slow heat death,
all the same.
But better in Becoming.
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