When nothing can be said, we shouldn't try
To spin out words, as little can accrue
From fruitless, idle talk of me & you;
Especially when this virtual you & I
Is merely that, not true or false, nor real
Beyond the phrase itself. I'd rather fly
Than walk or run, but have to grope & feel
And plod in darkness to your side, wherever
You may be, & whenabouts, whatever....
But, yes, it suits quite nicely both of us,
This mode of seeming, rarely being two
In one or one in two? And, strange to say,
We wouldn't want it any other way,
Our best if random sense of the ridiculous!

L. A. Barron


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