I'Ll Read You If You Read Me

I'll read your funk, your epileptic word-purge junk, your chasm magic sceptic tank of old cliches that happen to make you smile, or cry. We can be each others brutal-theraputic, we'd be like Greeks; we'd lose all Christian values, we'd become in Time and Space a dust arranged against infinity; a slow heat death, all the same. But better in Becoming.