TWO EMPTY MINDS
Can an empty mind sense another
As breezes blowing down corridors
Hearing the scrape as they conjoin
Each a hole the size of a large coin
Now are linked, with a silent pause
A vacuum, from which to recover
One’s offer is just an empty spoon
No sustenance to bond any brains
And no sparkling logical reasoning
Just a pinch of powdery seasoning
And therefore no memory remains
Dried up now like a wrinkled prune
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