THE END OF THE WORLD
Can you tell the difference between real and unreal?
If not then I am writing to you
about psychosis and the difference between being the One
who isn’t and the one who is.
I must go to the Church today and see the one
who is in control of the baptisms of Bath
who asks not who is here
but asks when shall we notice that she
is?
Who is going to tell you about
the birthrates of the City of Bath
and who is unioning and who isn’t going
to shul as they are preparing for incest
against the woman they know as Mum?
All it takes is cognition.
No speaking in tongues is allowed here on
the page.
No spoken language can tell the tune again
of the world’s end and how I held
it in my hands for you to say
So?
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TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 