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“They fuck you up, your mum and dad” –P. Larkin
A good immune system will stop any germ,
But the mind has an interest where the body does not;
The body grows from egg and sperm,
But the mind alters the ethereal plot
Of what it is; the mind lives with other minds,
And every thought another thinks or does
Is what we are; the life my heart finds
Is you; I am what another was,
In a book’s distant past, or what
Your poem says, or you, or mine,
And all the thinking on the plot
Is reason after a bottle of wine,
The wet earth rising to greet us,
Voices resounding in a green dance,
Sense making sense of the crisis,
The soft, floating network our only chance.
I’ve noticed, in the few meetings we’ve had,
Since our love is no longer ours,
I trigger you really bad
And I am silent like the stars.
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