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I've often dreamt of a conversation

that just keeps coming up again and again.

WE'RE sitting in the Baby Bar bereft

at a shadowy table out past the sentences end.

From until it's no longer fun

to that's no longer relevant.

From until we're NO LONGER one

to the bona-fide embodiment of an endless

emergency without end.

We're an endless emergency without end



We often stop in these conversations,

things we say here stay here FOREVER AMEN.

When everything seems either funny or lousy,

funny or lousy, that's where it usually ends.

From until we're no longer fun

to that's no longer RELEVANT.

From until we're no longer one

to that's no longer permanent.

From the last survivors of those terms

to the bona-fide embodiment

of an endless emergency

without end.

We're an endless EMERGENCY

without end.

We're an endless emergency

without end,



but

your finger starts to wiggle

and

landscapes emerge