the basic idea of this poem stuck in my head.
hope you don't mind - i borrowed it - different format and style and even point of view - so i guess it is sort of a variation - rather than strictly an imitaion. maybe that's an excuse. but you know what they say about the sincerest form of flattery.
anyway - i'll put it in a different post.
A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense to not himself.
Or just as mad.
So there you are.
Stark raving sane.
- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead