There isn’t much conversation going on.
No one really knows what to say.
What does this have to do with
what we find in my mind?
I pick up voices.
Most make a mess
and then work backwards--
the same old whine,
a secret code
as bitter as a good crap.
Our conversation stops there.
3 days ago
1 comment:
I imagine it does. That is a conversation stopper. Well, to anyone else but me. Form and function, purpose, long discussions about individuation, aesthetic unity as a spiritual concept, life's little pleasures.
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