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I want to reach into you and

shake the rust from your being.

You, the reader, my dear friend,

there are scales before your eyes

that can only be seen from here.

There is a needle-skipping record

heard only when you are near.

But you won’t believe me

because you are far too smart

and I, your pale equal,

cannot raise sufficient proof,

or martial such potent rhetoric,

to be taken seriously.

I am a madman and you are too.

 

22SEP2001