i have no reason to assume we all see things the same way because we clearly do not/ and all my neurodivergent sperm sailed bravely backwards to ireland, genetic bugabuga every civilized group of homo sapiens, just waiting for the sky to fall/ the wretches in the street and screaming it is not the time for this/ so let’s away to contradiction, irony, and stone/ it speaks of literature and dogs/// pups at the gate pups at the gate/ that when opened was like riding photons shimmering through the irish sea, in the illusion of antipathy/

– tim barrus