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+---
+title: Something about the nature of poetry and time
+genre: verse
+project:
+    title: Stark Raving
+    css: stark
+    order: 5
+    next:
+    - title: The Moon is drowning
+      link: moon-drowning
+    - title: AMBER alert
+      link: amber-alert
+    prev:
+    - title: The Big Dipper
+      link: big-dipper
+    - title: Worse looking over
+      link: worse-looking-over
+...
+I'm writing this now because I have to. \
+Not in some "my soul yearns for this and \
+I can't help it" way, but in the way that this \
+moment is structured as such, that it is \
+crystallized this way, me writing this, and later \
+you reading it, now for you, later for me,
+and this tenuous connection mates me \
+and you forever, combined with each other, two \
+electrons momentarily entwined. Later, \
+when I'm dead or far too famous for you, and \
+you're in school, reading my words because it is \
+required reading, I want you to remember this
+connection we've always had, this \
+spider's thread hanging between you and me. \
+Which of us is the spider and which is \
+the fly still remains to be seen. To \
+eat, perchance to fly: all of that and \
+more. We can settle all of this later.
+Yes, it is you I'm thinking of in your later \
+time: you specifically, not another. This \
+is true for all _x_ such that _x_ > 0 and \
+_x_ is a real person, though it doesn't bother me \
+to write to a fictional figure or to \
+a figment, maybe, of my imagination. This is
+what you are right now, anyway, dear Reader, is \
+it not? I'm talking about my now, of course, not later, \
+which is your now. Later will be my now too, \
+and maybe I'm ultimately writing to a future part of this \
+self: you could very well be me. \
+In fact, you probably are me, some other version, and
+I am you in the past, or what you could've been, and \
+at the same time, this isn't true. Everything is, \
+and nothing isn't. The difference between "you" and "me" \
+is in name only. Maybe you'll get this later, \
+when you're older, when I'm older, when all of this \
+is something we'll look fondly back to,
+because I do hope to meet you, although much later, \
+and I hope your feeling is the same. All this \
+talk on me and you and you and me we'll keep between us two.

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	1	---
	2	title: Something about the nature of poetry and time
	3	genre: verse
	4
	5	project:
	6	title: Stark Raving
	7	css: stark
	8	order: 5
	9	next:
	10	- title: The Moon is drowning
	11	link: moon-drowning
	12	- title: AMBER alert
	13	link: amber-alert
	14	prev:
	15	- title: The Big Dipper
	16	link: big-dipper
	17	- title: Worse looking over
	18	link: worse-looking-over
	19	...
	20
	21	I'm writing this now because I have to. \
	22	Not in some "my soul yearns for this and \
	23	I can't help it" way, but in the way that this \
	24	moment is structured as such, that it is \
	25	crystallized this way, me writing this, and later \
	26	you reading it, now for you, later for me,
	27
	28	and this tenuous connection mates me \
	29	and you forever, combined with each other, two \
	30	electrons momentarily entwined. Later, \
	31	when I'm dead or far too famous for you, and \
	32	you're in school, reading my words because it is \
	33	required reading, I want you to remember this
	34
	35	connection we've always had, this \
	36	spider's thread hanging between you and me. \
	37	Which of us is the spider and which is \
	38	the fly still remains to be seen. To \
	39	eat, perchance to fly: all of that and \
	40	more. We can settle all of this later.
	41
	42	Yes, it is you I'm thinking of in your later \
	43	time: you specifically, not another. This \
	44	is true for all _x_ such that _x_ > 0 and \
	45	_x_ is a real person, though it doesn't bother me \
	46	to write to a fictional figure or to \
	47	a figment, maybe, of my imagination. This is
	48
	49	what you are right now, anyway, dear Reader, is \
	50	it not? I'm talking about my now, of course, not later, \
	51	which is your now. Later will be my now too, \
	52	and maybe I'm ultimately writing to a future part of this \
	53	self: you could very well be me. \
	54	In fact, you probably are me, some other version, and
	55
	56	I am you in the past, or what you could've been, and \
	57	at the same time, this isn't true. Everything is, \
	58	and nothing isn't. The difference between "you" and "me" \
	59	is in name only. Maybe you'll get this later, \
	60	when you're older, when I'm older, when all of this \
	61	is something we'll look fondly back to,
	62
	63	because I do hope to meet you, although much later, \
	64	and I hope your feeling is the same. All this \
	65	talk on me and you and you and me we'll keep between us two.