Form

To read or not to read? That's the question. Answer: read.

The expectation is a requisite for disappointment 

If I ever snatch you from the world of forms

Shall I not see you in bone, muscle, sinew?

You won't laugh at all my jokes; you will not be

captivated by my insights Hell I doubt you'll 

listen to my favourite musicians and you won't

have read Murakami, Cohen, Neruda 

You won't last more than 5 minutes outside of

my mind You'll sing the wrong note, whistle the

wrong tune and I will exile you - Napoleon 

at the Elba - my heart is vindictive and lonely,

an animal too good to feast on the flesh of

anything impure; the toxic allure of shackling

someone to the ambitions of the most austere

reality 

The expectation...

is a requisite for disappointment