I am your address, stranger;
How else could you come here?
I am eatÂing the most perÂfect stalk of celÂery.
In this way I have become my grandÂfaÂther,
but I do not know which one.
One read the Bible.
One read Britannica.
Sit here with me stranger,
this is not wisÂdom.
Sit here in the floor of this old house
and we will talk our stoÂries.
Throw away your dowser’s wand and
drink with me this old wine
from these old cups,
chipped and stained.
We will laugh and belch and
pick strands of celÂery from our teeth.
We shall trace out this mobius notion.
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Estimated time to read:
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