Minds, Which Are
June.22.08

You speak with voices that minds like mine cannot understand, and
I wasn’t glad to see you so very beside me beneath lights twisting above.
In all simplicity you are not the correct thing, I was thinking:
that “There must be something here to offer” and you were saying:
that “There’s a lot wrong in the world today” in a room that was awful and bright-
a room that minds like mine despise and crumple before.
Let me laugh at you, silly you, so that I wont laugh at myself, silly me-
so that my mind will begin to think in the way that is expected.

Do you understand that when I say this to you in my voices
I mean it unlike all other things; I wish to say it inhumanly for
to be humanly opposes all honesties and expectations and limits. I say in my voices:
that “Life is more than yourself and myself and ourselves in the most terrible of ways-
ways that call for more than we have within and outside to give or to own” and,
you are thinking of laughing at silly me in this room that is perfect and bright.