I And Thou

FROM my simple understanding
you only exist because you are nice to me
as i am also nice to you
as the world is nice to all of us

nice in its usual connotation
smooth smile simpler synthesis
like you offer me an orange
that i squeeze and suck every pulp every drop

when things turn sour when fungus strikes
when everything is rotten
there is nothing more to desire

i need a brick wall to bump my head
there will be cracks and then it is my turn to be gone

that is the exit that i am speaking about myself
there is only I, BECAUSE

THOU is simply a delusion
there is no such under the state of affairs
i cannot even touch it
even in my little imagination

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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