Facts we give
each other
urgently to
understand –
accompanied
by vehement
exertions of the
head
and heart and
hand – remand us
to the
mystery again. Each tittle
and its jot appear
to be
the what and
who and when
and whee! of you and me
until we find
out they are not.
Whatever we
are yelling
at each other
doesn’t seem
to touch much
in the Universe’s
plot. Though
yelling
sometimes hits the spot..
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