a voice
refusing reciprocity
renders itself invalid
shored upon the surface sheen
its depth is neither
seen nor heard
to sow a scene
within fields fallow
nothing
but the self is known
poignant is this pill
to swallow
heretofore as I have shown
I Prefer Not To.
Max, or Not 
Without reciprocity, we’re all just talking to ourselves. We serve the quantum tennis ball and wait… hoping someone will hit it back. :)
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