ON THE WIRING TO MARS
Maybe by now we've done it all:
Strung all those cosmic crossways
together; connected all the planets
and stars. I don't know what excuse
could be used - now - for the
lack of any communication.
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But then again, do we even know
each other? That one guy is fourteen
feet tall and says he's from Venus?
And how do I know he's a guy and
what does he mean when he says
that? I'd rather be sure of all things.
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So, listen to him. Begrudge nothing.
To anyone. And remember, there's
always the chance, anywhere, that
someone's grandmother (whatever
they may call them) had a leading
role in some ancient filmstar cinema
somewhere. Whatever they call them
there too. So, beware, and careful,
whatever you do.
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