The Point

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The Point

Someday you might dump me
Or I might dump you,
But that’s not the point,

The point is the tantric intersection
Where all the traffic in the universe is headed,
Where everything finally comes together
And detonates

Into a rare form of divine love,

Points at a certain point
Become pointless,
Worn to a dull nub by worry,
Just ask anyone,

Stop making sense,

If you want a slice of the American pie,
Go get one,
But that’s not the point,

That’s the point.

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