| 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. |

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III 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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