UntuitionHard to follow


They burst apart when we’re asleep
These unexamined inconsistencies

Memories, a fibrous mass
Weigh something on a pair of scales

When you ask, you change
The order of things and
The things in the order

Write it down and spurn
Contrarian words I would have said

On the street two ships of Thesius
Pass each other in the night

One had a Madeleine
The other, cup of tea

They came back to me in a dream
But did they know each other –
One with tea and one with bread?

Madeleine with tea,
Every time I try to see her face
She runs away too far
And corrupt as she gets close to me