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“What do I want?”

“What do I want?”

“What do we want?”

“A prompt!”

“When do we want it?”


“What will the prompt be?”

“Don’t know!”

“Why not?”

“Because that is how life is when you are having a conversation with yourself!”


“What do I want… what do I really want?

hello? Anybody out there?”

A tumbleweed rolls sedately across my mind, then is gone.




I look at the twenty-fifth letter of the Alphabet
And ask the question: why?

I look at the busy market square
Trying to find Waldo
And the question is: where?

I look at the glass filling up
And the question is: when?

I look at the physician
And the question is: who?

I look at the power output level indicator
And the question is: what?

I look at myself
And the question is: where is the sallow youth of fifteen?