The Quarrel

Now the two texts are running
Near simultaneously,
And it makes you realize,

That one’s very relaxing,
While the other tangles air
Into impossible thoughts—

And which one will win’s the mad guess
No one can avoid guessing,
Once caught in the tangled gasp.

The wish is to flatten this,
Make it two-dimensional
So you can come home again.

What’s most startling
Is that, whatever home is,
Is here and nowhere near here.