committee.
are you alone, I ask, when I call,
hoping to be (thus) alone with you.
now there are two of us: Dame Agatha
in reverse, so we can talk.
whatever we agree, it will be thinner
than its firstness; weaned of singularity.
if there were more than one of you,
I would be more in love, the theory goes.
transposition is the beginning of something
unintended as a consequence of unpaid attention.
the committee will come to (order).
your honor, I would like to register an emotion.
and so goes the day, the daylights.
we might as well be married (to each other).
between us, there is no semplance of other.
we unwittingly continue as we are.
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