No Matter

What if Kerouac was right
when he translated The Master:
there’s no rain / there’s no me

What if that’s just his hipster way of
showing off that he’s read all those
same old books I remember reading
way-back-when myself;

all those books I knew were
telling the truth, all those books
that tried to tell me what I guess
I’ve always known:

I’m not really here either. What if
I’m not really here?

I’m going to go to sleep now.
I’ve checked it all out. It’s cool.
It’s all the same, either way.

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RDP Tuesday ~ What If…
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