A Conversation

I want a conversation where I can talk. Don’t get lost in the absurdity of the obvious, each hell a next or a boundary finds something to discover. I want a conversation where I can build a home for thought, in thought a home, to hold, as the home of my listener as I want to listen. I want a conversation where the conversation’s forgotten beside what’s said, where what’s said’s marked by other things, held, what’s needed.

July 1971