|Andrei:||Who is being addressed?|
|Soo:||Werru, dis wraita krashes gainst rogic in many ways, but dat's whatto I rike about dis poem: it's nut afraid ahh being irrogical.|
|Andrei:||Poetry has its own logic differing frum kummon sense.|
|Philyra:||I dunno. What we call 'common sense' often seems rather senseless.|
Let me taste your froth & accept your body
as your currents mingle with mine . . .
Next to you, there's no fear ah crashing.
From your immensity comes a confidence
nothing kun undermine . . .
Isn’t love like swimming
Crashing against sands of logic
Hear the author read this poem.
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