Two wooden chopsticks on my desk, passing me by
Silently
(Like ships?) in the night.
When you, al-Khwarizmi,

Drink to a pun for fun:
a funny pun, some punny fun,
till the wee hours of the morning...
you Maximum Bellend,

Listening to drugs
Hallucinating Indian reminiscences
Can you decode an encoded consonance of the soul?
Will you remember me at all?

Never mind, dear brother.
Never mind at all.

Ohm, sweet Om.

In you may all new beginnings merge.
In you the dream of conquest
of that impregnable
Fortress of Loneliness and Despair
shall meet
its final, sole Conqueror.

Past discussions of mycology and the Atman
Past the morning raga of Linux code
After miles and miles and miles and miles
of running and fundraising,
may you find peace, my friend.
May you find Happiness.

I'll go too. Too soon. Bish, bash, bosh. Schnellschnellschnell.
Adieu.