MoratoriumuirotaroM
A: Lifeishort and
death is
forever.
B: I’m on a moratorium.
A: From what?
B: Nothing,
Waiting for Godot:
Samuel Beckett I am
or maybe I am tteckeB leumaS
or
maybe all just some
cute reflection gambit
purposed between processed pages
posted idly while I choose
to reflect on the not cute
constituting who I am in truth
instead of letting you in.
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Really like the dialogue and wordplay. Would like to see you do a whole poem as an exchange between two speakers.