To read every package on a supermarket shelf
Or write a dialogue of the architecture in every city
Or in every place you ever walked or talked
Bombarded with information
Adrift with all the books you ever read
Endlessly more which you have not yet discovered
All of this for you to capture
To cook alongside your banana cake
And then; to you and yours to decimate
To collate and re-deliver onwards
You know, to the count
Of infinity plus one
Distil into that perfect song
Or even the seven syllable line
Somewhere in the middle
Eluding to that elusive presence
Which you handed to me on a plate
Along with your symbolic representation
For now I'll just say that it is nice
To have met you, and to have let you know
That already you have made a difference
