Conversations exist out there
We have to grab the right people,
Risk getting to the right places
And speak a vulnerable word.
‘Sentences explode into to a thousand thoughts:
Writing with the secret to perpetual life.’
Our conversation colludes with Coleridge,
ideas spill over into uncertainty.
Fear not, for they dance in the night air.
It is the explosion of fireworks,
As fluttering sparks fly by
Illuminating the unlit sky.
Was our conversation great literature?
For you and Ulysses have similar effects:
A sense of being slowly drowned
In a waterfall of unending thought.
The bud gently blooming as the moon rises
Over art, personality, responsibility.
Another thousand possibilities
of understanding, knowledge, empathy.
A pity that we have neither world enough nor time.
But, you told me, one conversation can
Affect the rest of someone’s life.
A thousand thoughts untold explode.