That's where we differ
That's where we differ, he said.
When you hear author, you think of your God.
I think of the person who wrote it.
That's where we differ, she said.
I think there was someone who wrote it
And that there is a reader.
That's where we differ, he said.
There isn't anyone who makes meaning
Even when meaning is made.
That's where we differ, she said.
It all comes down to how you interpret the phrase
"Panic at the disco."
Yes, he said. That's where we differ.
When the lights are about to go down:
Who have you found to take home.
That's where we differ, she said.
When the lights go out, it means that
He's about to go home.
Leaving you in the dark.
Mvh. / Yours sincerely,
Torgeir Fjeld
https://torgeirfjeld.com/
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On Fri, 28 Jun 2019 at 20:15, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
In the middle of night a
Coughing loss of breath
Woke me, chasing
In another dream she
Who sped ahead.
Laden as I was
Unable to follow though
Once I was filled with
Froth. Through the
Years she skittered past
Leaving me racing – her
Mind beyond – mine
Letting her run as
She pleased being
With me through those
Years elapsing. This
Hunger, this waiting,
Filled my mind with
Suspense, bound she
Became to come to
Me as I lay back down.
