You needed to see him
in concert with a group
to tell each other later
what was so funny
your ears couldn’t keep up
your mind couldn’t keep up
your breath couldn’t keep up
your laughter couldn’t keep up
his wit bypassed all barriers
and went right to the place
that makes you feel joy
(I hope you feel joy, Robin)
he was so far ahead
he was alone
so he took on speed for
companionship and competition
but even speed couldn’t keep up
he went too fast.
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