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1. You open your fan I open my mind, a fan of yours. Gateless gate needs no knocking from either side. 1. Conch shell or not, echo is no signal, and memory is no now. Encode this communication in real-time, Not when the meaning catches up with your mind. 0. Human ecstasy is cliché. I have ruined whole poems trying to write about it. What tragedy! 1. I didn’t interview Sky but I know it’s got nothing to tell me, the Cosmologist of Nonduality, Sky is just a mirror, right, Sky? 0. A mind-naked ascetic, I once, in a begging conversation, unnecessarily obliged a sitar-maker to give me a string. It still vibrates in him… 0. My scull is a bio-box that regurgitates meaning and burps doubt: 1-1-0-1-0-0-0-1 Just like that, ad infinitum and ad nauseum… 0. A trillion-strong cluster of molecules I lead myself Into a biochemical nowhere (which is brain). Catch my "I" on an MRI if you can! 1. Bite already, mosquito of impatience! Has this so-called poem already begun? It hasn’t: it's a po:em*. *po:em - a pattern interruption poem, i.e. not a poem