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An Unwritten Unpoem by an Unpoet

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Unfinished

UNMENANINGFULNESSLESSMENT

Do not lag ahead,
Do not be afraid of being afraid,
Of turning your back on your back
And then facing your face.
Be so good as giving me some nothing;
For what does it matter,
If all the reasonable people are cross with you?
Let the poor reason struggle
With its numb senses worn out
In a meaningless effort to workout
Some acceptable meaning
And we will laugh together
At all the silly mistakes
We have not made yet
When you have thrown away
Every familiar feeling.