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No Contact

Shall we set out, stranger,
On the long journey to each discovery?
It seems to you like a grand adventure,
But I think I am afraid to take
The always well trodden path.
The thought of submitting myself once more
To the timeworn questions and indigent probing
Alarms me. Even more alarming
Is the idea of seeking you behind the many faces.
I do not think I have the energy
To do the whole routine as though it had some meaning.
You must be fairly new to the game
Or you would hardly enter on this quest
With such enthusiasm. I should tell you now
That all one finds is a hollow shell
Which claps and rattles like a chattering skull
Till it is quite, quite empty.

But you would not believe me.