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The human cylinders / Revolving in the enervating dusk / That wraps each closer in the mystery / Of singularity / Among the litter of a sunless afternoon / Having eaten without tasting / Talked without communion / And at least two of us / Loved a very little / Without seeking / To know if our two miseries / In the lucid rush-together of automatons / Could form one opulent well-being / Simplifications of men / In the enervating dusk / Your indistinctness / Serves me the core of the kernel of you / When in the frenzied reaching-out of intellect to intellect / Leaning brow to brow / communicative / Over the abyss of the potential / Concordance of respiration / Shames / Absence of corresponding between the verbal sensory / And reciprocity / Of conception / And expression / Where each extrudes beyond the tangible / One thin pale trail of speculation / From among us we have sent out / Into the enervating dusk / One little whining beast / Whose longing / Is to slink back to antediluvian burrow / And one elastic tentacle of intuition / To quiver among the stars / The impartiality of the absolute / Routs / the polemic / Or which of us / Would not / Receiving the holy-ghost / Catch it / and caging / Lose it / Or in the problematic / Destroy the Universe / With a solution.