Your Skull’s a Hub in Which We Can Converse

We never can decide
If you are on your way
To becoming wise or

On your way back with
Apologies to Dick
Allen’s poem from forty

Or so weird years ago.
It’s hard for poems to tell
What’s going on with you.

We hope to stimulate
You to search out our kin,
More text, in any case,

So we have souls and ghosts
To talk to about what
Is going on in you.