Perhaps we are unthinkable
I ought to stop thinking about it
then what are we?
Like yourself
I'm wondering whether anyone
could really get inside another
whether any surface is really
penetrated
That would be absurd
wouldn't it?
I seem to have broke on through
the physical source of emotion
and fell beyond
a rare and real universe
where in an erotic gesture
two pieces of matter
come together
as an unified mass.
And how could you claim
that there couldn't be anything of it?
Why wouldn't there be more than
one infinite identity?
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